iPods Across America

Having just returned from vacation, I had to go out to Las Vegas.  For some, it's the happiest place on Earth.  For me, hell on Earth.  Really.  Heat + Lots of Smokers + Synthetic Surroundings + Hooters being the most tasteful advertiser for miles = Jill's Own Personal Hades.  But, duty called.  So, I went.  For as little time as possible.  

On the plane flight home, I was seated next to someone who looked uncomfortably like Dick Cheney.  Turns out, he was a nearing-70 marine corrosion expert (yes, really - the guy's field is rust on boats) who was into some interesting music.  We spent half of the 5.5 hour flight listening to the other's iPod, saying things like, "Have you ever heard ___?" and clicking scrollwheels for one another.

Sometimes, life is just whimsically cool.