<?xml version='1.0' encoding='windows-1252'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559</id><updated>2007-06-08T11:17:50.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of The Blue</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/blogger.html'></link><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default'></link><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southstation.org/atom.xml'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>273</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-5014162546145380027</id><published>2007-05-08T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:01:49.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I don't blog anymore</title><summary type='text'>I have to confess, that this is the first blog post since 2004, and if you are wondering what I was doing all this time, it was certainly experiencing new life with my wife and the Lord. 

So, why haven't I been back to this outpost on the Internet?  As a communicative creature, I used the blog to share my thoughts and views with the universe who would listen.  I lost my dear wife of 20 years and</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2007/05/why-i-dont-blog-anymore.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/5014162546145380027'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/5014162546145380027'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-110392451164002327</id><published>2004-12-24T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T16:44:06.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><summary type='text'>It’s Christmas Eve, and all through the blog house, everyone was stirring, as it was time to scouse.  Er, something like that.

Yes, it’s me, your humble blogmaster, back since my wedding day in October, ready to blog again.  I might not be here every day, but when I have something to say, I’ll be here.

Today, I want to talk about Christmas and what it means to me.  More than the gifts, the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/12/merry-christmas.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/110392451164002327'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/110392451164002327'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109728354005957525</id><published>2004-10-09T06:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T06:39:11.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of The Blue Is Two</title><summary type='text'>... and with that, my wedding day!  October 9th is indeed the second anniversary of the appearance of Out Of The Blue, first titled "Today I Blog, tomorrow I Sleep."  Back then, my posts reflected a sense of out-of-placement, being unemployed, widowed, and seeking serenity.  

One of the vehicles that came to help me heal and realize how much I am contributing to my world was the singles </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/10/out-of-blue-is-two.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109728354005957525'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109728354005957525'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109706430650181664</id><published>2004-10-06T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T08:05:06.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three days of the dove</title><summary type='text'>As far as movie references go, I thought that a condor (from the title of this post, silly) would not convey the tone of this essay.  Why a dove?  The dove represents to me God's love and blessing, heralding good news.  And the good news is that M and I are still in one piece, still plugging away at the house we are renting, with our wedding only three days away.  How do we do it?

Let's face </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/10/three-days-of-dove.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109706430650181664'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109706430650181664'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109637946520647029</id><published>2004-09-28T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T09:51:05.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going, going....</title><summary type='text'>Saturday's yard sale was a moderate success as far as yard sales go.  We priced a lot of stuff at .25 and .50, so making over a hundred dollars meant a lot of stuff went.  Curiously, older and antique items, such as a collection of sugar and creamers didn't sell.  So, with the move this weekend, much of the stuff will be left behind, destined for a consignment shop on Monday.

My realtor gave </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/09/going-going.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109637946520647029'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109637946520647029'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109610995728946950</id><published>2004-09-25T06:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T06:59:17.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of the Sale</title><summary type='text'>Another Saturday morning, and I ain't got no money.
I'm having yard sale so I can get paid.
Oh how I wish I had buyers to talk to.
I'm in an awful way.

Apologies to Yusuf Islam, or Cat Stevens.  What's the deal here, with HIM being a suspected terrorist?  A Peace terrorist?  Oh well. Onward.

Yes, it's my last yard sale and I'm clearing the decks.  I'm hoping to sell everything and give </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/09/tale-of-sale.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109610995728946950'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109610995728946950'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109559654375159885</id><published>2004-09-19T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T08:22:23.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Running</title><summary type='text'>The first fall-like temperatures reached Southern New England this morning, a cool 49 degrees F, making the evening's sleep a snuggly one under the blankets.  The week past has been busy, what else?  I must have forgotten what it's like to move.

As I am a planner-sort of guy, I bought 50 boxes that would hold record albums without much shifting around and with a depth that, filled, wouldn't be</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/09/cool-running.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109559654375159885'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109559654375159885'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109490031397378585</id><published>2004-09-11T06:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T06:58:33.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sale-ing, sale-ing</title><summary type='text'>It's a done deal, the house is sold!  And with that news, the packing begins in earnest (or, more correctly, in my house.)  But first to go is the yard sale items.

M and I spent much of yesterday taking stuff out and pricing them.  Most are hopefully going to go fast, with 25 cent price tags.  This is the first batch of stuff that I discovered I didn't need when cleaning the house for the sale</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/09/sale-ing-sale-ing.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109490031397378585'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109490031397378585'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109396281579378949</id><published>2004-08-31T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T10:33:35.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update No. 9</title><summary type='text'>Being that it is Tuesday, I can look back at the weekend with fondness and a slightly romantic recollection that was the week past.  M and I have been looking for apartments, and that has been a trial of sorts for both of us.  There just isn't nice apartments for us that we'd be happy in.  The search continues.

The house is still on the market (come on, come on!) and Andy begins school on </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/08/weekend-update-no-9.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109396281579378949'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109396281579378949'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109396181347727591</id><published>2004-08-31T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T10:16:53.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Musique Concrete</title><summary type='text'>I begin this morning to discover that compact disks can and will explode in your cd player.  Perhaps not playing music, but games.  It is reported in Infoworld, and I have seen this elsewhere, that a computer disc shattered in a CD-ROM drive that the owner of was playing Age of Empires II.  Computer games helpful hint number 101: wear safety glasses while sitting at the computer.

When I saw </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/08/musique-concrete.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109396181347727591'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109396181347727591'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109326658056110605</id><published>2004-08-23T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T09:09:40.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A week without blogging</title><summary type='text'>Wow, what a week!  Glad to be back in the blog house, and also glad hurricanes are no where in sight.  Florida has a massive job ahead, worse as so many of the displaced are still homeless.

My home is still for sale, and there are so many reasons (excuses) that homebuyers are not flocking to my house; the weather, the time of season, the phases of the moon, the karma of the street, whatever.  </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/08/week-without-blogging.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109326658056110605'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109326658056110605'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109267255818273962</id><published>2004-08-16T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T09:24:41.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Settled In</title><summary type='text'>The move over the weekend went smoothly, and M is now a resident of my town!  We decided to move on Saturday and try and outrun Charley, which was a good thing, even though Charley was outta here later in the morning on Sunday.  Parking next to her new apartment, I fell onto the pavement while pulling out a mattress, and twisted my knee, but miraculaously, no swelling occured!  It still hurts a </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/08/settled-in.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109267255818273962'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109267255818273962'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109248182142705503</id><published>2004-08-14T06:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T10:43:13.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee klatch</title><summary type='text'>Hello kiddies!  Now, can anyone tell me what a "klatch" is?  Lots of people "klatch," so why not we?  Pull up a chair and I'll pour out a tall cup of java while we wait for an answer.  Coffee this morning is Gevalia Chocolate Raspberry, music is First Call's album Sacred Journey.

Tropical storm Bonnie has exited the New England States, and Charley is heading northward, albiet a weaker storm </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/08/coffee-klatch.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109248182142705503'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109248182142705503'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109222755599826771</id><published>2004-08-11T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T08:32:35.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropical (storm) dreams</title><summary type='text'>Like Mark, I was surprised to see two tropical storms in the Gulf this week.  Bonnie and Charlie (Bonnie Charlie?) one with the potential to hit the Florida panhandle, the other to hit Jamaica.  Interesting though that both future tracks from the National Hurricane Center (Bonnie here and Charlie here) show the storms heading slightly inland and up toward to New England and New York.  

Rain, </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/08/tropical-storm-dreams.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109222755599826771'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109222755599826771'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109222541432028470</id><published>2004-08-11T06:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T07:56:54.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Morning, 3 AM</title><summary type='text'>It is 3 am in California as I write this, 6 am here at the blog house, but the title suggest Simon &amp; Garfunkel's album from 1964 that was their first, and a decidedly different album than that was to follow.  Highlights were "Bleeker Street" and the first version of "The Sounds of Silence."  On the stereo right now is a collection of favorite songs culled from the Hits of Yesterday database, </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/08/wednesday-morning-3-am.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109222541432028470'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109222541432028470'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109188390022146280</id><published>2004-08-07T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T18:50:53.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Funnies</title><summary type='text'>On my blogwalk this morning I ran across two things that will start your weekend with a smile.

Kimberly at Number 2 Pencil has seen a site of collected Bad Baby Names.  That's not a Bad Baby, its a bad name for a baby.  And she has provided appropriate commentary, which in itself is hilarious.

Selling your product?  First, hire a pitchman who can pronounce all the words in your product </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/08/saturday-funnies.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109188390022146280'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109188390022146280'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-108781507470268556</id><published>2004-06-21T06:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T19:09:29.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of Sanity, er School</title><summary type='text'>No, really I am glad Andy will be home for the summer.  This will be a tremendous transition for him: watching me build my new business, moving out of our house into an apartment, and spending "know" time with my fiancee.  As a parent, I need to be extra patient with him in everything.  I am glad that he is ready to move, though.  With a new bunk bed so he can have sleepovers (he's never been </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/06/last-day-of-sanity-er-school.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/108781507470268556'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/108781507470268556'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109166435592963546</id><published>2004-08-04T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T20:05:55.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot and Sticky...</title><summary type='text'>... with a chance of scattered thundershowers.  I'd welcome any rain at this point, its better than drowning in my own sweat.  The past week has had temps in the upper 80s and low 90s with dewpoints sending the humidity into the 85% bracket.

Now, before you berate me with "you don't know HOT until you've lived in..." as I have lived or visited THERE, Texas to Florida, in May to October.  This </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/08/hot-and-sticky.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109166435592963546'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109166435592963546'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109145097473380350</id><published>2004-08-02T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T08:49:34.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' On</title><summary type='text'>No, not me. This was a weekend for moves and move-related items in my family. Coincidence turned this weekend into a double move for two sisters- my nieces. Cheryl, with the twin 3 year old girls, moved from their ranch home into a beautiful, oversized raised ranch on a five-acre plot away from the traffic and noise of the city (and surely the close-by supermarkets.) For the smallest state in the</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/08/movin-on.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109145097473380350'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109145097473380350'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109109808881647097</id><published>2004-07-29T06:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T22:46:28.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Frenzy</title><summary type='text'>We spent the day yesterday at the Basketball Hall of Fame in Springfield, Massachusetts, and what an interesting day it was.  My son, who eats, sleeps and drinks basketball, had a blast.  M and I slowly perused the galleries, taking in some of the history, while Andy fast-forwarded to the things he wanted to do, namely play basketball video games and shooting some hoops.

M and I stood on the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/07/basketball-frenzy.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109109808881647097'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109109808881647097'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109109892310649994</id><published>2004-07-29T06:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T22:45:40.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Our Moral Compass broken?</title><summary type='text'>I will write more on this later, but something in the news and in an opinion column came together in my mind this morning.  Senator Kerry's wife, Teresa Heinz Kerry; who is she kidding?  An editorial page director for the Pittsburg Tribune-Review asked her to explain what she meant by "un-american."  She said she didn't say that phrase, and after repeated urgings by the reporter, she told him to </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/07/is-our-moral-compass-broken.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109109892310649994'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109109892310649994'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109093349322708019</id><published>2004-07-27T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T09:04:53.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Signals</title><summary type='text'>Signs you are too busy:

1. The blog doesn't get updated.
2. The yard doesn't get taken care of.
3. The bills don't get paid.
4. The house cleaning goes to pot.

Am I really too busy to get all of this done?  Not really, except for number 1.  More of the de-housing is being done, with yesterday's work of trimming the hedges and mowing the grass done.  My realtor told me on Sunday that some</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/07/busy-signals.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109093349322708019'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109093349322708019'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109034716308664261</id><published>2004-07-20T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T10:45:51.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scourge of Political Correctness</title><summary type='text'>I was going to post the link to the Annie Jacobsen article that continues the story and the fallout on "Terror In The Skies, Again" but Nick at Patriot Paradox has done a great job doing the same.

Here's a direct link to Annie's followup article.

The major news media has caught the story that originally broke with bloggers leading. Michelle Malkin, Glenn at Instapundit.com, and this "</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/07/scourge-of-political-correctness.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109034716308664261'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109034716308664261'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-109034815551275832</id><published>2004-07-20T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T14:29:15.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The long, hot summer</title><summary type='text'>Long-time readers will know that I am moving ahead on several fronts in my life, including selling my house, starting a new business and getting married. The house isn't sold yet (now's your chance to bid on this beautiful home!) but the work continues to bring it to a salable market. My house is a beautiful home, but has over 20 years of stuff in it that must be reduced in quantity. 

Today, I</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.southstation.org/2004/07/long-hot-summer.htm'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109034815551275832'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846559/posts/default/109034815551275832'></link><author><name>Larry</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846559.post-108999645645690734</id><published>2004-07-16T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T18:52:58.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying the (Un) Friendly Skies</title><summary type='text'>My heart is still racing.  To think that the presumption of innocence exists when circumstantial evidence is all around is bizarre, and personally scary.  
  
Read Terror In The Skies, Again and  come back to tell me your impressions.  It is a long read, but worth it. 
  
Thanks to O'Donnell Web and Patriot Paradox for the heads-up. 
 
 
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