Noooooooo! How could you do such a mean cruel horrible thing, matt? I thought we were friends!

(insert large readily visible wink ;)

Sadly, I can't bite at this one -- not right now at least. My brain had an exceedingly rough weekend, and I've fallen behind on some "higher necessities" around here. Looks like a great challenge though, and I'm sure it will roil around in the back of my brain no matter how seriously I try to suppress it. Lots of proper names in that list. I'm thinking something along the lines of a "Cheaper by the Dozen" theme...

(Oh, damn you!!)

To be frank, I'da packed all my Boston and Chicago albums, and John Denver, too -- a little easy-listening music for the trip, you know, along with some "Sugar Sugar" and "I'm (King) Henry the 8th I Am" and all that other stuff we listened to when we were young, me and Roger and William -- but by george, there's zero chance of getting all that electronic stuff past the x-ray screeners, anyways (not to be a Doubting Thomas, but they're in the union, y'know, so you're never the victor), so I opted for my favorite Peter, Paul & Mary CD, the one with "Leavin' on a Jet Plane" (probably on a flight like the one I'm taking, from New York to somewhere along the Pacific Ocean, with a connection in Lincoln, Nebraska), put on my headphones and ordered a bottle of Sam Adams.

Outstanding! Way to go, Di!! (Whew, off the hook :)

Adam's Lincoln is so big it was easy to take: Frank, Ida, George, Henry and John down to Boston for a holiday; young Mary to Chicago for an X-ray; the King and Queen of England to the ocean; Peter and Roger to New York for their union meeting, and Victor and William to Denver on business, all in one trip with zero stops except for when Thomas jumped out to buy some sugar.