The Yankee planted this and we’re watching it grow:
Admire that while I’m on my plane.
Later, from San Antonio: we have arrived safely and in time for the Southern States Communication Association’s annual conference. The Yankee and I hold positions in the organization. We also have four or five papers and a panel to present during the conference.
Sadly, the banana pudding I purchased from Dreamland to take to all of the old Alabama grads did not make the trip. It turns out the federal government is afraid of it.
Let me say that again: the Transportation Security Administration feels that bananas, wafers and creme are dangerous.
The problem, you see, was that it was only partially frozen. Had it been solid they would not have been scared, because the guy who was making it up as he went along said, frozen things can’t be explosives.
We’ll wait as the chemists in the crowd have a little chortle.
So the pudding didn’t make it. I apologized profusely to a few people who’d been waiting on it since I promised it last year. But next year’s conference is within driving distance. Unless the TSA is going through my car by then — and at this rate … — we’ll all be indulging next April.
Saw this sign as we walked to a Mexican restaurant for dinner:
Dinner was at Rosario’s, which is apparently considered the best Mexican in town. It was quite delicious. And within walking distance of our hotel. One of the local conference-goers took us there.
I’ve been promised some barbecue this trip. I wonder if it will be at County Line.
Hey look, here’s River Walk:
It is quiet at this time of day on a Wednesday, I’m sure it will pick up.
Tomorrow the conference begins. I’ll post pictures, and spare you all of the conference details. Unless you want to hear about the methodology on this content analysis, or that discussion on the primaries, or the response I’m giving to a handful of mass comm papers, or our Super PAC paper, which promises to be a big hit …
Yeah, pictures then.
