It’s Friday night, and we’re waiting to go to the airport to pick up Richard, who is coming home for a visit. Unfortunately, his flight has been delayed, so we’re biding our time for now.
Normally I would squawk about airlines and their comically frequent flight delays, but I’m too happy about Richard’s visit and the arrival of the weekend and I don’t want to ruin my mood. So I’m going to go in the opposite direction, dive into some truly vintage rock that takes me back to high school days, follow Joe Walsh’s suggestion, and get into the Rocky Mountain Way instead. After all, it is better than the way we had.