My bag finally returned itself to me (I truly believe American Airlines had little to do with it), and all is right in the world. Well, except for the whole war thing, which stinks of something (or someone) rotten.

While in the Seattle, I revisited a great woodworking store. You can see them on the web here, but you should really see the store in person – it’s really quite breathtaking. Nice folks who work there, too.

Random thought for the day: instead of printing warnings on the cartons (it’s been shown that pretty much everyone who smokes knows the dangers, and even overestimates them), we should make cigarettes or the cartons or both bright neon colors. It’s hard to look cool while holding a hot pink smoking thing.