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@ZenWizard: Sounds like you’ve spent a lot of time in Cleveland. I’ve spent more than enough time in Ohio than any coastal boy should admit to, and would much rather be worried about whether I want my Kielbasa “covered and smothered” (i.e., with melted cheese and fried onions) than being in Cincinnati, wondering whether I want my Gold Star chili “three way” or “four way.” And it’s not the Kielbasa aficionados that make Cleveland travel that time of year so tough. It’s the roving gangs of polka musicians that hang out at the festival that you really have to watch out for. Oom-pah, Oom-pah, ouch!

@BudBuckley: You’ve got the patience of a saint, to be happy when stuck in Houston. Both Lisa (with family in Houston) and I, who have spent a lot of time on business there, would infinitely have preferred Cleveland.

@GolfWidow: You don’t know what iron will it took on my part to have stayed at home sleeping in as decadently late as possible. I must confess I did actually have to go into the office to do a conference call that I would have needed to do from my parents’ house on the road anyway, because it was infinitely easier to do it from the office than to juggle everything from Lisa’s place. But I scooted out of there the instant I hung up…

—HCFG