Paradise revisited

Things in Temple were amiss. Empty boxes collected in the corners of my living room. My photographs rested against the walls where they will one day hang. My job was somewhat up and down, with reporters jumping ship like cargo rats, leaving more odds and ends for me to clean up. I discovered I don’t own a can opener. And I’ve been playing the some of the worst Tetris of my life.

But then, tonight, when I got home from work, there it was, what I’d been waiting for.

Scrolling in the upper-right-hand corner of my Mac’s screen: “THA.”

A wireless connection.

In my living room.

Unprotected.

Ever so faint, I followed its scent outside and discovered it did indeed come from the apartment’s main office, about 30 feet from my door — the Temple Housing Authority.

God bless public housing. Expect posting to resume semi-normally now. I didn’t find this connection sooner because it only shows up near my front door, which is obviously not where I had hooked up my desktop.

I was going to write something substantive to celebrate the discovery, but the damn job has once again worn me out. Today I got to stand about three feet away from Gen. Tommy Franks at a bookstore in Killeen. Too bad the media didn’t actually get to talk to him. His book looks interesting from the excerpts I read, for what it’s worth.