We won't need a map, believe me.

So. Not surreal in the same fashion as the rest of my world, but still unexpected and disorienting. This nice woman who did not get on her six o'clock flight to Medford wanted to know if I wanted to go to dinner with her on the Wharf while she waited for the next flight at ten. Mostly surreal because attractive women don't ask me to dinner, unless I already know them. (And then they invite me to come over for barbeques and Mexican fish places and Sizzler and all sorts of places.)