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Apparently, this is what I'm going back to

Friday 26 February 2010
It's been C.O.L.D. in Nashville.  Everyone here rushes to tell you that it is "unusually cold".

Well, I understand it's been unusually snowy - even for North Jersey.

Ms. Conroy says that West Milford, NJ got 37 inches of snow.  That's a record, apparently.

She slept at the EMT Squad House last night because she was on call and didn't want to not be able to respond to an emergency.  Turns out, she got about 3 hours sleep.

This would be known as "Not Good."

I leave - am scheduled to leave - at 1:20 from Nashville tomorrow. There's nothing to be done, apparently, except to fly into DC and then into Newark.

That's a recipe for "delays" if I ever I saw one.

Never mind.  The hospitality has been GREAT in Nashville.  We had a fabulous lunch:  pear salad with minestrone soup and an incredible boston creme pie for dessert.

The ice tea was to die for.  Our chef, Donna, demurred by saying, "Well, you start with a very strong tea, but every Southern woman has her own particular way of serving it.  This one has pears and just a hint of almond."

I don't think she used Splenda.

I had two glasses.

Lord, have mercy.

I have made up my mind, however, that tomorrow morning I will change the channel in the dining room at breakfast.  This morning, it was "Fox News" (an oxymoron if ever there was one), with a debate about the Health Care Summit between what they described as "The Party of No" (gee, wonder which one that was) and "The Party of Spend Dough" (just because they try to be 'fair and balanced').

I don't care who's down there.  I'm changing the channel.  NBC. CBS.  CNN.  I don't really care.  It WILL be changed.

If I don't make it back to NJ it may be the weather.  I understand JFK, Newark and La Guardia are all closed to domestic flights until late Saturday.  Over 1,500 flights were cancelled.

Then again, it may be a case of Fox News in the dining room at the Hampton Inn and a girl who's part of "what's left of the Left" who just couldn't take it any more.

Film, as they say, at eleven.

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