I’m sitting at Gate C21 at Logan Airport, waiting to board a flight to San Francisco for this week’s RSA security conference.
My VPN to the company network isn’t working, which means I’ll have to send my articles to somebody else to post. That pisses me off. It’s a lack of control. But it’ll all work out in the end. I’ll write my stories and they’ll get posted.
Gotta have a little Faith.
A lot to be thankful for in the meantime. The power finally came back on in the house and I was able to leave the family in good shape. And I got a ride to the airport — at 3 a.m. — from a dear friend.
Funny thing about Kevin Littlefield. He’s one of those guys I went to high school with and couldn’t stand back then. He had a loud mouth and was always getting into trouble with the department head of our shop.
We worked a summer internship for an architect in the summer of 1988 and he could be a punk.
After graduation we lost touch. Then we found each other 20 years later on Facebook of all places. Since then, he has shot photos at my sister-in-law’s wedding and I’ve hired him as my taxi to and from the airport on business trips.
I always look forward to these rides. He’s one of the funniest people I know and can strike up a conversation with anyone. He’s a professional photographer and part-time taxi driver (not a real taxi, but you get the picture). He has five kids and loves Dunkin’ Donuts. Nobody’s perfect.
On the ride in he delighted me with stories of his recent trip to Dallas. He went to the School Book Depository where Lee Harvey Oswald fired the fatal shot to JFK’s skull in 1963. They wouldn’t let him take pictures of the sniper’s nest.
What was more trying for him is that there are no Dunkin’ Donuts down there. He was forced to drink Starbucks. He’s always making fun of my Starbucks habit. All I can say is: Hahahahahaha!
It’s funny how life works. You can dislike someone in high school and want to pound the life out of him. Then, 20-plus years later, you can count that same person among your dearest friends.
Yet another Blessing tossed my way.
I guess the laptop problem isn’t such a big deal after all.