Yippee!! People are startin' to use the group photo page!

Wanna know what cowboy boots and baseball gloves have in common?

I met up with Clay and his pal, Rolf, on Friday. We sat outside at Zeitgeist, a dive bar near Rolf's house. We drank beer...talked about cowboy boots and hot rods...blah, blah, blah...it was all kinds of fun. Clay brought with him one of the boots he's makin' for "Miss Rodeo Colorado". Keep yer eye on his web page, they're bound to turn up there soon...black, red, and little white lacing in just the right place. Later, we all went over to see a couple guys Rolf knows is startin' up a hot rod "lifestyle" magazine called "Garage". The magazine is nice and slick (photographs by Dave Perry) ...and so brand spankin' new, they've still only got a hotmail address.

There's nothin' that goes better with a gas pedal than a cowboy boot.

I'm back from my trip...just in the nick-o-time 'cuz Mr. Clay E. Hathaway's suppose to be in town.

I'm packin' my bag. I'm gonna go take care of my sick friend for a few days. I'm going down to "Up"land and it looks like it's gonna be room temperature for ten days straight. My wait at the airport is bound to be longer than my flight. I'm bringin' a buddhist meditation book with me...and no laptop.

It's Spring. The time's changed and the houses on my street are belchin' out children like pollen. I was suppose to be inside workin' on my web page update, instead I was sitting on the front steps listenin' to a tamborine concert and looking up insects in my field guide. We saw a couple scary lookin' bugs...looked like a giant mosquitos. I always thought they were called mosquita-eata-s, 'cuz someone told me they didn't sting, but ate mosquitos. I was instructed by a 4 year old to look in the "fly section" of the big bug book...so I did...it's really a crane fly. They eat decaying plant material dont'cha know. They don't sting at all.

"A lie travels round the world while Truth is putting on her boots." Haddon Spurgeon (1834-92)

Correction...it's the Transportation SECURITY Administration. I talked to the receptionist at the "Tansportaton Hotline". She wanted desperately to transfer my call to someone else, but apparently no one else works there. She kept asking "WHO are you?"...and "What is it you want?". She told me the phone number I called was primarily for security concerns and complaints. I told her it was the only number listed on their website. I think I wore her out...she said she have her supervisor call me back.

I'm not holdin' my breath.

I talked to James this morning at SouthWest Airlines's customer service number. He informed me that the world's a different place now, and I need to talk with the Transportation Safety Administration to get my x-ray photo. TSA's website is just getting started, but I did find a toll free number. I'm hoping a brand new bureau-crazy might be easier to navigate, just 'cuz maybe they haven't hired enough people yet to keep "forwarding my request" very far. I'm thinking I ought to ask for a "press pass"...stay tuned. (Oh yeah...when I was on the phone with SouthWest, all their on-hold music was music about being lonely....waiting and waiting for an answer about love...lonliness and futility. SouthWest may skimp on the snacks, but they've got plenty of irony.)

(Jennifer June’s wacky plan #483) I think I have to get on a plane soon to go visit a sick friend. I’ve been wantin’ to take a digital photo of a cowboy boot going through an airport x-ray machine. I think I have some prep work to do…I don’t think tryin’ impromptu shoe-related antics, while standin’ in line, is a smart idea. I think my best bet is to call customer service at SouthWest Airlines first, and get their advice. Or maybe call the security office at the airport… maybe a morning flight would be better. Stay tuned.

Ever wonder why cowboy boots always sound so good in the movies? (They work really hard at it...that's why.)