At the moment I am sitting in O’Hare Airport in Chicago waiting for my flight to San Francisco. Today I am hopscotching across the country, trying to get from Tupelo to Silver Spur Conference Center in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains in California. Perhaps the easiest way to say it is that if you want to go to Silver Spur, you shouldn’t start in Tupelo, which is why we got up at 2:45 AM (actually I didn’t go to bed until 1:51 AM so I didn’t sleep much) so that Marlene and I could drive to Memphis to catch a 6 AM United flight from Memphis to Chicago. Our plane arrived late because Chicago is socked in with thick fog so I missed my scheduled connection. But happily there is a later flight so I hope I can make my flight to Modesto where someone will drive me to the conference center. I’m speaking to around 150 men at a conference this weekend. I start tonight at 8:45 PM PDT and by then who knows what I’m likely to say? Ah, the joys of travel. On Monday I fly out at 6 AM from Modesto to Los Angeles. If everything works right, I have 35 minutes to catch a flight to Chicago, then back to Memphis where Marlene will pick me up and we will drive back to Tupelo. In recent weeks I have come to a new appreciation of those men and women whose jobs put them on the road every week. They must be made of hardy stock. I just had a bagel with strawberry cream cheese and something called an Arizona Herbal Tonic. Right now I’m feeling pretty good. We’ll see how I feel in about six hours.