J.J. Goodman: Writings, Musings and More

            This past weekend I did a whirlwind tour of Tampa , Florida to both help out a friend and visit with family. (Details of the trip, and photos even, may follow in a later post.) Now, I am not exactly what one would call an experienced flier. In fact, prior to Friday, I could count the number of round trip flights I had ever taken on one hand. Now I’m up to two hands. Perhaps someday I’ll even have to take my socks off to count. (Please don’t ask what happens when I get to twenty-one.) Traveling through four different cities/airports with layovers gave me a wonderful opportunity to do a lot of people watching, and holy crap on a cracker there was some GOOD people watchin’ to be had. Here are just a few of my observations: 1.          They don’t call it Hot ‘Lanta for nothing. While in the Atlanta Airport , I don’t think I have ever seen so many attractive people gathered in one place since I stood in the hall of mirrors. (HAHAHAHA…HA… Ha… ha… ahem.) Seriously, the rat

Rules of the Road, Revisited - When one commutes, one has a great deal of time to observe those around one, often leading one to hold interesting, one-sided conversations in one’s mind about what one…wait, which one?   I forget. Any way… I drive a lot. I think we’ve established that. Previously I had published fifteen rules of the road that one… you, I, whatever… must follow, lest he/she/we/you/I/that guy be subjected to public humiliation and ridicule, including but not limited to flogging with footwear, Gypsy curses, and/or revocation of Man Card benefits. (Sorry for all the “including but not limited to, and/or” stuff. Sometimes the lawyer in me just comes out. I usually shut him up with some scotch, but that’s generally frowned up during the lunch hour.) In any event… As I continue with my daily expeditions through western New York ( Rochester , incidentally, is not nor will ever will be “upstate,” so don’t even go there. Albany is upstate. Watertown and the Adirondacks