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MORE ZOOM

A few days ago, I posted a picture of an aircraft operated by ZOOM Air in . The original shot can be seen here. I was talking with my friend Jim last night who flies for ZOOM and he gave me some more information.
If you look closely (sorry this shot was taken from a long distance), you’ll see an obvious loss of paint above the pilot’s window. This was caused by a lightning strike as the jet returned to from Santa Domingo. The strike knocked out the radar but the crew was able to continue on to a safe landing here.
Jim has had a few strikes in his career and he says they’re very scary and you have a few anxious moments as you determine how many flight systems have been effected.

HINTERLAND WHO’S WHO

Growing up in , you couldn’t avoid these little 30 second or so clips devoted to our wildlife. “Hinterland Who’s Who” is part of our psyche. The cheesy flute and monotonal narration are scarred into our memory. Relive the past. Requires QuickTime.

BEAM ME UP

It appears that you can’t turn on a TV set in North America without seeing William Shatner shilling some product. The man is making a fortune by playing a parody of himself. Now William is a fine Canadian boy and once upon a time might have actually been able to act but some of his career choices haven’t been all that bright.

Did you know he can sing? Well, actually, he can’t but that didn’t stop ole Billy from jumping on the gravy train during the Star Trek days. Thankfully someone has preserved his musical mauling as a cautionary note for any “celebrity” who thinks that a hit show equals artistic talent.

If your ears can take it, surf on over to William Shatner Sings and try to listen to “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds” or “Mr. Tambourine Man”.

ZOOM ZOOM

While waiting to fly down to New Orleans last Saturday, I caught this picture of one of the ZOOM aircraft. My friend Jim flies this to sunny destinations.

MORE ON THE BRIDESMAID

I forgot to mention that there was more than one bridesmaid on Bourbon Street.

SURVIVOR, NEW ORLEANS

Back home again.

You probably expected more postings of my trip to New Orleans. I have a good reason. I’m sick. Came down with something on Wednesday and still have it today. Yesterday was a whole day of waiting in the airport, flying, waiting in another airport, flying and finally arriving home after midnight. My ears still haven’t popped and if I find the person who stuffed 400 pounds of cotton into my brain, I’ll kill him.

New Orleans is a great town. We spent almost every night on Bourbon Street. We ate too much and we drank too much and somehow managed to squeeze a conference in at the same time.

The French Quarter is everything you’ve ever heard and more. Bourbon Street is a permanent party. It’s loud, it smells and you see things that you would never expect. For instance, a woman in a bridesmaid’s dress performing oral sex on a total stranger at 6 p.m on a Saturday night in the middle of the street. Drunks, families, packs of college age men and bare breasts at the drop of some beads. Two streets over you have Decatur. You can have a cheeseburger in paradise in Jimmy Buffet’s resturant and pick up a t-shirt that proclaims in big white letters “Fuck You You Fucking Fuck”. Public drinking is encouraged (see the picture below) and if beer isn’t your style, grab a Hurricane or a Hand Grenade, both high alcohol inhibition destroyers.

Stroll the Riverwalk, take a graveyard tour, ride the cable car to the garden district or hop a paddle wheeler and take a tour of the Mississippi. It’s all there.
Very few pictures available because I didn’t want to lose it in the mob.

CATCHING UP

It’s Tuesday morning and I’m just about to start a meeting here in New Orleans. Time to do some catching up.

The flights down here from went well except for one small issue. When we arrived, only half my luggage decided to join me. The golf clubs made it (it’s a good thing) - the bag containing all my clothes didn’t.

Not one to let a little problem like that get me down, we walked the French Quarter and took in the sights.

An anxious evening spent trying to get an update from Northwest Airlines was rewarded when the bag showed up early Sunday. Relief!!

Sunday morning we played golf at Audobon Park. Just a little par 62 track and my golf sucked huge but it was certainly nice to be able to swing the sticks outdoors.
Sunday night we hit Bourbon Street and it’s everything you’ve ever heard. Surreal is the best word to describe it. Thousands of people hell bent on having a good time. Me included.

Yesterday, we had a full day of meetings and then it was off to Bourbon. I was a good boy and was in bed by midnight.

Only a few pictures so far and here’s one that pretty sums up Bourbon Street.

THE EXORCIST WITH BUNNIES

A 30 second version of The Exorcist performed by bunny rabbits.

MOJO, WE HARDLY KNEW YE

No, not the radio station that prides itself as being “the first radio station for men”. I’m talking about Mojo Nixon who brought us such classics as “Elvis Is Everywhere” and “Don Henley Must Die”.
A prolific, intelligent songwriter has decided to hang it up at the end of this month.
Read the reasons behind this decision and learn more about the man and the myth.