This is Ginny’s brain, not on drugs, at the end of the work day and on the way to Holy Moly to do some emergency cleaning. As you can see, she is not a happy camper. This was the scene yesterday as I drove away (finally) from work after a long frustrating day trying to keep up with about 4 different accounts’ worth of niggling little problems, ticketing errors, questions, last-minute hotel group changes, and a couple of things that I can’t even categorize except that I now know that I had the information I so badly needed at the…
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Okay, this photo has been making the rounds of the Net; I spotted it at BB: Now, all of the news items I’ve seen (and oddly, though it’s an AP photo, it’s kind of hard to find) are from “blue-stater” sites, so they’re all trumpeting how the loveable old battle-hardened codgers were sitting on their hands and not clapping for the Prez while he blathered on repeating the 9-1-1 mantra (did you know that September 11th was the opening salvo in our war on terrorism? I did not know that). Anyway, the gentleman in the photo is identified as Bill…