I've got some bloggin' to do about my trip to the East Coast, but I thought I'd try one of those reverse gimmicks (which I saw recently—oh yeah, Michael Clayton; I liked Clooney a lot in the Solaris remake, but this was an Academy Award contender? Had nothing on The Insider from a while back) and relate an incident on the freeway this afternoon: I merged onto the 91 in front of a headlit van driven by a large red-haired woman who was leaned over as if reaching under the seat. At least two car lengths separated us, I signaled in advance and moved over slowly enough but saw in the mirror that she gave me the finger! I then felt entitled to hypothesize she was holding up a side of her body as she swung into the exit lane to the right, anyway. Was a big oaf on the return flight, too, who rested his arm over his shoulder and covered my Red™ screen with his clumsy-looking hand. Ironic that most the people in the cities, with the exception of a fascist Amtrak employee who barked back, "don't shush me" to a customer, weren't nearly as rude. Nice Black fellow who saw us get off the shuttle from Dulles being led around by the weight of our backpacks kindly directed us to the nearest McDonald's.