I shouldn’t be surprised. The three plane voyage from Vancouver to Annapolis had me changing planes faster than Belinda Stronach’s Party affiliation. I lept off one plane in LAX and on to another in a different terminal in under 20 min (I know, in LAX? Really?). In LAS I walked off the arrivals gate, crossed the smoke filled departure lounge to a gate accross the way and was the second to last person on the (mostly-empty-thank-god) jet to Baltimore.

As we ascend in to the darkening emptyness of the transcontinental atmosphere, I am thinking, “I wonder if my bag made the transfer?”. I had asked the smiling lady at the gate, she had said that the bags always transfer quicker than the people. Not so… and now I am bagless (24hours so far) in Baltimore-Annapolis.

The town is nice. I like the Historic part of town and the boats. The shops are nice and tourist and Navy dollars seem to be doing a good job at keeping the otherwise pervasive feeling of decay, perversion and rot at least ten blocks away from the Annapolis town center. I am in the same silly clothes I travelled with but the airline gave me some mini toiletries and I am off to the races at the annual Annapolis Boat Show.

Bree told me, not this time but other times, “always keep a change of clothes in the carry-on” but as usual, I probably made a “ppbsiiisht!” noise and waved my hand flippantly. Goes to show ya, listen to the Bree Bopper. She is a sharp one.

Well, that is all my good buddies. Talkchya later.