Caught a flight this past Saturday to spend a week back home in the good ol’ Northeast to take advantage of some leaf-peeping – ya know to see scenes like this and this – before everything turns to brown and gray.

There’s something reassuring about being on Eastern Daylight Time – I don’t know why, you just feel like your more in tune with the pulse of everything going on when you’re there in the same time zone as where things are happening. Of course, metaphysically you’re ALWAYS in the same time as when things are happening – it’s just artificial time zones that make you THINK you’re not. Just another case of the vast global conspiracy to impose the whole concept of transcendence on the unsuspecting unwashed masses, I guess…

While on the subject of time zones, one weird thing about the Hawaii-Aleutian time zone (which, by the way is six – count ’em six – hours behind Eastern Daylight Time) is that, on Sundays, the 1 PM football games are over by 10 AM. I can’t imagine having to get up at 7 AM to watch the Pats, Bills, or Ravens play while having your morning OJ and bacon and eggs. It got so weird that, on one of the TVs, they were showing the tape of a game that, on the other TV, featured highlights of the same that had finished hours before. Man, I was all screwed up.

If Rob were in Hawai’i, he’d never be able to put up with it – imagine having to watch your LSU Tigers or New Orleans Saints BEFORE breakfast? I mean, how can you tailgate when you haven’t even had your morning grits yet? 🙂