Today the Wife and I embark for Florida for the long weekend. We've arranged a non-stop flight to Tampa on Song, or Delta/Song, or Song/Delta (the two airlines —
or is it one? — seem to have some kind of identity relationship, a precise understanding of which eludes me, due to a treasured lack of knowledge about corporate matters), which can mean
ONLY
ONE
THING . . .
The Big Horse is back in the saddle, baby (or something like that). It's Song Music Trivia time, and I am
geared up. Last year I walked in cold and
knocked some heads (TSA officials, I meant that metaphorically). This will be something different. This will be a day that the passengers on Song flight 3510 will be telling their grandchildren about:
Come sit down on my lap, Little Susie, and let me tell you about the time I was on a plane with The Legendary Phutatorius.
Did he do Music Trivia, Grampa?
Susie, he did Music Trivia that day like nobody ever did Music Trivia before or after. I wish you could have seen it.
