So I’m on vacation this week in Lilburn, Ga., not far from Atlanta and Stone Mountain.
In a couple of days, we’ll slide down to Bluffton, S.C., to visit my mom and possibly see Charleston. I’ve not seen Charleston in more than ten years. Then, we’ll drive back this way to visit my dad in Thomson, Ga., not far from Augusta.
Or, at least, that’s the plan.
Why do I mention all this? Because I’m very difficult to contact right now. At this very moment, I’m sitting at the McConnell family kitchen table, uplinking via the neighbors’ wifi signal. I get a better signal upstairs in the bedroom, but I don’t want to appear antisocial. So here I sit.
I can receive e-mail but not send it. So I’ve been using my awkward-as-hell web mail for outgoing stuff. And today, even that’s crapped out on me.
I also don’t have my handy desk calendar which which to help me remember my birthday posts. Which is why I punched up Ashley Dinges‘ birthday notice this morning, rather than Tuesday.
Sigh…
At least I get a signal here, though. I don’t know what I’ll get in Bluffton or Thomson. I may wind up out-of-pocket for a few days. If that happens, please forgive me.
In the meantime, I’m taking my daughter downtown tomorrow to take the CNN studio tour, pehaps call on my pals at the AJC and to see the Cyclorama at Grant Park. While in Charleston, she wants to see Fort Sumter. I’m not sure how Elizabeth developed this interest in Civil War history, but it sure beats hearing more about the Jonas Brothers.
Classes in video journalism
Charles! You should have told me you were heading to the Lowcountry! I would have shown you around and made my boyfriend buy you dinner at a swanky place. Hope to see you in Vegas.
Charles! You should have told me you were going to be in the Lowcountry! I would have shown you around Charleston and made my boyfriend buy you dinner at a swanky restaurant. Hope to see you in Vegas.