…waiting for my flight home.
I’m in the Varsity Grill. Dr. Phil’s on four TVs and ESPN is on about eight others.
And none of them have the sound up far enough to hear…because Fergie is on the sound system. Which is making for some interesting and disconcerting sensory dysfunction as it seems like Dr. Phil is going on about his London Bridge even as Rome is burning.
There’s probably a trenchant political poem in there somewhere, but I just don’t feel like looking for it.

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