Okay, thanks to a certain major carrier cancelling a buncha flights ("We can get you as far as Charlotte or Atlanta, but then you'll have to take a cab to Jersey..."), my original 10-day sojourn south of Messrs Mason 'n' Dixon's chalk line has turned into a fortnightly foray. And still no luck on the elusive Flyable AH-1F.

*grump*

I'd have paid more attention to that horoscope, but us Virgos are notoriously skeptical -- as well as being passionate, artistically-inclined lovers who are totally devoid of a sense of humor. Ummm -- waitaminnit. I misread this -- Jupiter's in trine, Saturn's in the parking lot and Mercury's in Chinese tuna. So, ix-nay on the assion-pay.

Especially since my present domicile isn't within walking distance of anything but the parking lot of the mall, and *that* closed at 8pm due to electrical storms.

I sense something otherworldly about this.

A touch from the Beyond.

The hand of...

...Carborundum.

Hmmpf -- I'll remember this, dude (unless that short-term memory deal kicks in, anyway). Think you got nonplussed in Nam Can? Messed up at Moc Hoa? Upset in the U Minh? Once I get Cobra Current, you'd better have those newbies primed to hit the ground at a flat-out, dead run, bruddah!

*grin*

I can see the pinion-flurry now...