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Travel Sucks

Well, I'm back. I know, I know: you didn't even know I was gone (that's because I didn't tell anyone). For the curious, I was attending the 2002 Federal Depository Conference and Fall Depository Library Council Meeting, as part of my day job duties. In scenic and historic and slightly paranoid Washington D.C. Oh, it was glorious. Lots of news coverage of the sniper shootings - there's a 24 hour local news channel there (like a midget CNN), and that was pretty much all they talked about, along with every other news channel on the planet. Due to the air of paranoia pervading the place, I didn't see as much as I could have, but I did see a few things. Such as:


  • The statue of Christopher Columbus outside Union Station, still splattered with red paint from Columbus day.

  • The Department of Justice and the blue curtain shielding Ashcroft's sensitive morals

  • The construction going on at the Capitol building, where they're putting in an underground visitor's center. Once it's complete, as I understand it, actually entering the Capitol building will be pretty much impossible, thanks to September 11th.

All these complaints would actually be minor ones, if not for one important event that happened while I was gone: Josie had to be put to sleep. Her kidney disease was much more advanced than previously thought, and things had gone downhill rapidly. She was our oldest cat (almost 13 years) and quite a character. Lisa and I miss her. A lot.

In writing news, while I was gone, RoF sent me a blue form at 41 days.