4:20 wake-ups are never a joy, but considering we were all on time for our 5:00 departure from the dorms, you'd think the airport part would be a breeze. Ha. Delta was woefully understaffed and the crush of people recalled the worst of travel in the 80s. Long slow lines, lots of folks with kids...I really felt for them. We are now safely in Atlanta, waiting for NYC departure. All tired, but I'm determined to stay up until the Istanbul flight.
Last night we went to Threadgill's in Austin. Chris (our program facilitator) chose them for their down home cooking style. Fried meats, gravy coated, etc. etc. etc. The fried green tomatoes were good, but not as good as Mom's. The fried pickles, however, rocked. They lived up to Chris's enthusiastic billing. Odd, but yum.
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