Right now, I’m sitting in Houston airport waiting for the next plane to Fort Lauderdale. For the next month or so, I’ll be there, helping to training the next generation of our department. I was supposed to fly in last night, but due to rotten traffic, got to the airport too late (actually, if I didn’t have to check in baggage it would have been no probalo.)
Maybe I’ll get lucky like a few months ago: get to sit next to a cute girl, trade phone numbers, and nothing happens after that.
Bobby Fischer died yesterday. He was a great chess player–the greatest American player ever for sure–and sorta nutty. A lot of the other chess bloggers I’m sure are talking about it, so I won’t dwell much longer on it. So that’s that.