Heard from Brian Hanna last Friday. He only calls when he's drunk. This time, he was sloshed on red wine, claimed to be chain smoking, and was declaring his intentions to fly to Idaho for the holiday weekend. He said he was going to the airport first thing in the morning and purchase a ticket on the spot and be at our place by dinner time. He did in fact make it to the airport, but alas, as I warned him, the cost of an impromptu ticket west on a holiday weekend was rather pricey, so the Bridog had to return home. He called later and he and Paul had a long discussion about the merits of spontaneous travel versus planning ahead just a wee bit so as to avoid expensive airfare. We've been trying to convince Brian to visit us, but he's been puttering around and making up reasons why he can't, despite the fact that the freak never takes a day off work and has, in fact, a slew of vacation days he has to use before July.
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