I'm off to sunny, warm Chicago for the next four-plus days. It will be much more balmy than my native Minneapolis, right? I packed a speedo and tennis racket. Actually, I'm only writing to avoid thinking about the next five hours of my life. Don't let those world maps fool you. Chicago looks close, but I'm betting it takes at least four and one-half hours in between leaving my place and arriving at my sister's apartment. I can't wait until the day when we can beam people from place to place.
That would make the troop movements so much easier, eh George?
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