tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682738581019360100.post-30944395844553901262008-06-27T08:02:00.002-04:002008-06-27T08:08:39.739-04:002008-06-27T08:08:39.739-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SGTW9UifdiI/AAAAAAAABII/4_ostUWHoBI/s1600-h/wavingtofloatlayer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SGTW9UifdiI/AAAAAAAABII/4_ostUWHoBI/s400/wavingtofloatlayer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216530617375618594" /></a>It's all wrong.  I'll be in the car all day driving to Atlanta.  I waited too long to book a reasonable flight.  I also waited too long to get a rental car.  A rental car is necessary for a long drive when you drive a junker.  There were no cars in town.  Who could believe such a thing.  I drove from Hertz to Avis to Budget to Enterprise.  No cars.  Why?  Why?  The Pepsi 400 has come to town.  Finally I found one car, a big one, at $45/day.  Reserved a room at a nice hotel in midtown.  Too much money.  Woke up sick.  It is raining, will rain all weekend, so they say.  <div><br /></div><div>But I must go.  I am late.  I will write.  </div>cafe selavyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.com0