Home. Great trip. California is still splendid to visit.

Had an old salt flying United plane home he was a hoot. And good. Dodging

storms, steady hand. Great landing. He got a kick out of being good.

Our plane was filled with people chained to their electronics and quiet.

Except two moron young girls right behind. They fucking never ever shut up.

The one must have logged 50,000 words easy.

I put on headphones and watched movies but in quiet movements I could hear the chirp and when I took it off she was relentless. Another woman in her row looked ready to jump out of the plane.

Now I looked around and nobody was talking anywhere else.

Mary explains that if that was my worst burden on the trip I was doing well.

She’s right, but these brain dead motor mouths fascinate me like a horror show.