Journal Journal: Last flight of the Concorde 2
I am driving one handed while I fumble for my cell phone. Quick glance, select the number, press 'Call'. Put phone to my ear. It rings.
"Hello?"
"Anita, it's me. I am driving down Pine and guess what I just saw in the sky?"
"What? Oh, the Concorde. Very cool! It was supposed to come in at 3:00."
"Ya, I think it was on final approach to Boeing Field."
"Well, now you have something to blog."