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I was reminded recently that there was an entry that wanted writing. Since it’s Thanksgiving weekend and the kids are in bed I might as well get it out of the way, eh? (Now if I were really on the ball, I would have a nice new laptop, with functional WiFi so I could sit in the living room with everyone else while I write this, but I’m an anti-MS curmudgeon, and it can be difficult to convince Linux and WiFi to behave themselves on old hardware.)

Anyway…

I read a post over at my mother’s site about men up on roofs. (Shouldn’t that be “rooves?” Oh wait, this is English; it’s not supposed to make sense.) No good deed goes unpunished, so I left a comment on her entry, which stirred up memories of a weekend not too far past.

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So, I find myself in San Francisco at LinuxWorld, stuffed to the gills with seafood (pun intended? you decide). I brought my HT and a gain antenna, and have managed to find a couple of local repeaters. Being on the ninth floor helps, I guess, although these tall buildings downtown are playing havoc with my GPSr.

Anyway, here I am in SF, wanting to ride cable-cars, take the Alcatraz tour, drive down Lombard Street, and do all the stereotypical things one does when one finds himself in San Francisco … but I found I’ve left my heart back home with my Sweetie.

Oh, and since I left my laptop home (it does run Linux, so it would be allowed on the exhibition floor, but it’s heavy and the battery is dead), so I’m forced to use TV-Internet to make this post. Let me tell you how painful it is … no, that would be cruel and unusual. Suffice it to say, I miss Firefox, with its tabbed browsing, history, spell-checking, etc. quite a bit.

Anyway, as cliché as it may be, this post is dedicated to my Sweetie: “Wish you were here!”