Maria'll hook you up with the planes. And for such an awesome project!

I just realize something really funny: Nora Roberts is a local, and some of her series revolve around huge MD families, and often has weird unlikely connects happening in her books. Happen to be reading her latest tonight. And I swear, my neighbor Sarah's family is the type she writes about. Local up in a county, but the connections are crazy. Close and in each other's pockets (one sister made an offer on a house...across from her parents and down the block from the hated sister.) Tonight, I was talking with the old high school friend, an ex of hers? Was in college with me. And then the brother-in-law, turns out, was best friends with hs friend's college roommate. And he's from Jersey. AND! Neighbor had a huge hs crush on a local barman who is a bit infamous in the news now. I'm like, SERIOUSLY?

This state is such a small town. And my neighborhood is a microcosm of it. I love feeling like I am integrating into it. Plus, really liked the sisters, hope to see much more of them.

How's MK, sara?

And you are totally right about MD, except for the lower portion of Montgomery County. They've got a superiority complex.

Feeling like you're integrating? Darlin', if you ain't integrated, then I don't know who is. It's your place, and your people.

He's holding. In a week more we'll see.

I've always felt like an outsider/poseur, even in my hometown, when compared to the in-ness of my parents' communities (which, really, was a function of time and place.) But even after carving my spot out in my old place, I didn't quite fit, possibly because of the transatory nature of apt living. I loved Baltimore since I moved here, in all it's contradictions, but I never referred to it as my hometown or where I was from. I fit here so well, I'm not sure what to call my hometown anymore. Cruces raised me. NM is always a part of me. Endor Gardens in Baltimore is Home.

Cruces is where you were born and raised. There's no need to call it your hometown if you don't want to. Most people wouldn't be able to the tell the difference, but you'll know and that's what's important.

Endor Gardens in Baltimore is Home.

How much do I love this typo? I'm upset you didn't introduce me to the ewoks, though....

Swear to god. Always make that mistake.

Oh, and Sarah has our original sink, which she got when our neighbor renovated her bathroom. I covet it. It's lavender. An awesome pedestal. Want.

Oh, and Sarah has our original sink, which she got when our neighbor renovated her bathroom. I covet it. It's lavender. An awesome pedestal. Want.

You should keep an eye on craigslist, and see if there are local architectural salvage joints.

What Plei said. Though the peach one has a nice kitschy feel to it.

Also keep an eye out for anyone in the neighborhood remodeling their bathroom. Lightning can definitely strike twice.

Also the supply flights over The Hump in China.

I knew Moose Moss of the Flying Tigers. His daughter and I were in high school together.

My geekiness is scattershot. I chaired a major sf convention, but I have strenuously avoided costumes. I am obsessive about 19th century American literature, some eras of illustration, electricity, a fair amount of genre television, post-apocalyptic fiction and epidemics. I know that Captain America was never in the JLA because, hello, not a DC character.

Oh, I am keeping my eye out. Someone in some other house would LOVE the peach sink. It's classic 50s. Just does not go with my bath [link] . When I replace it, I'll probably sell it to the local old stuff place [link]

My geekiness is also rather wide-ranging but not as specific as Hec's and tommyrot's.

Although I am watching the Pete Seeger PBS show right now, and realize I know waaay too many folk songs for someone my age. My dad liked folk, but only certain groups. I actually reintroduced the Weavers to him; he'd forgetten about them since his middle-school years, but I've loved them since I first heard about them in college (FBI history class--we read an article about their blacklisting).

My non-fannish, non tv-watching uncle stopped while flipping channels to watch The Body because he was so mesmerised by how well it portrayed the feeling when a parent died.

That's an episode I can never have my mom watch--she came home one afternoon to find her husband dead on the couch from a heart attack, and it's too damn close to what she went through.