Hiya Boots!
Hiya Patrick! There's a pretty decent picture of the two of us floating around here somewhere. Sharing a brew and a pretty good laugh in front of the Rose & Crown. We need to figure out a way to do that for a living!!! GREAT to meet you and Ellen.
Snoops - what I remember about that walk was how COLD it was!!!! Well - it was cold for some of us anyhoo - others dressed for the weather...

Emeril's was great, wasn't it?!!!
The Philly airport story (PG-13 RATED!!)
I checked in at the Orlando airport nearly three hours ahead of my departure time only to find that my flight to Philly had been delayed by the ice storm in Charlotte. As it turned out, it was delayed by nearly 4 hours!
There was still a hope that I'd catch my flight from Philly to Syracuse, because it routed through Charlotte as well so I decided to travel to Philly and hope that my connection was late. The agent at US Air checked my bags through Syracuse but explained that they may make it to the carousel in Philly if the connection had already gone.
Off I travel to Philly, arriving at 1:30 am.
I've missed my connection, so I'm stuck in Philly and I grab a room at the Marriott. I decide to check on my luggage. I tromp off to the baggage area. The luggage from the flight still hasn't been unloaded and there are people standing shoulder to shoulder around the carousel, waiting for the luggage to appear. I pick a spot and wait too.
There are two younger women standing next to me. One holding a baby, the other with a stroller. The husband of the woman with the stroller is standing off away from the crowd trying to quiet the baby. Next to them is a man who appears to be of middle-eastern descent. Then a couple of elderly women, a couple of businessmen, and a tall man in blue jeans and a leather jacket.
Soon enough the luggage appears.
We all crane our necks to watch bag after bag appear.
The middle eastern man is the first to spot his bag and proceeds to pull it off the carousel. We all hear something fall as he does. I look down and see a (how to say this?)........marital aid....... (this will get past the censor stuff, won't it?) laying on the floor next the the man's suitcase.
All of us freeze for a moment.
And then the denials begin.
The middle eastern man starts. "It's not mine!"
Then we all take our turn...."Not mine", "Not mine either", one of the young moms rolls here eyes and starts laughing "Are you kidding???!!!", she says. The elderly ladies back away, their attention seemingly gripped elsewhere. I add my hearty (and manly) denial too!
The other young mom reaches over with her foot and nudges the thing under edge of the carousel, out of sight.
We all go back to scanning the bags as they come along.....out of sight, out of mind.
I'm the last there and my bag doesn't show up. I gather that it's being held in the bowels of the airport to travel with me to Syracuse in the morning.
I start heading back to the hotel.
As I walk down the hallway, a youngish woman passes me, going the other way, back to the now empty carousel.
I resist the urge to look for as long as I can, but just can't help myself.........................