Odds and ends from the road

Greetings from O’Hare International, where the signs all through the concourse gave the false impression that the Wi-Fi in the airport is free.  It is not.  But it is Wi-Fi, so my addiction to broadband and e-mail has been temporarily satiated.
(Hey, you fancy engineers, when are you gonna have some Internet for me on the plane, ha?  I know that’s not too much to ask.  Maybe it’s too much to do, but certainly not too much to ask.)
Anyway, I’m here.  Headed to a good friend’s wedding–guaranteed to be an interesting affair–in Orange County.  It’s interesting because this is my second trip to the O.C. in the last three months.  When I lived in SoCal, I think I went to O.C. all of four times.  Maybe that many, and two of those trips involved taking my father to and picking him up from the airport.  Not sure what that means, but it is what it is.
Moving on…and I mean that in more ways than intended when I typed that.  This week was my last week at ESPN.com.  The show moves on, but with a little time off in between.  Gonna do some freelancing and the likes, then roll from there.  I’m sure you’ll weep when you see someone else’s name on Monday’s Jump.
Or, it’s more likely you’ll take it like BG did when I apprised him that Wednesday’s Jump was the last.  “Please don’t be offended if I don’t frame it and hang it in the cube,” he wrote.  Of course I won’t.  Really, classic work like that adorning the walls of a cube?  How uncivilized.
Food calls.  Take it easy.