I have been sucked into a marathon of Band of Brothers. I think it’s the History Channel’s odd way of taking the ease of memory out of today’s significance. Odd thing is, my brother flies for one of the involved airlines from today’s anniversary, and he was trapped at Dulles the day of. The next few days, being held up in a hotel room, not going anywhere for obvious reasons, he too fell in love with this mini-series. I think a lot of it stems from the long history of having family involved in nearly every major affair the U.S. has seen in the past one hundred years.
This week was the longest four day week I have had in a long time. Four live remotes that I engineered, and this weekend, I am beat. I flew Java House solo with Paul as my wing man. The ISDN died on me within a minute or two into the show, meaning dead air being pumped out across the state. I kept my cool, and within two minutes, we were flying high again. Luckily, Ben didn’t notice a thing and the band played on. It’s time like those that you learn for the next mishap.
It’s good to be lazy.