Rachel has a lot of thoughtful responses to my recent posts, so be sure you go read them. I don't necessarily agree with her, especially the part about all guys just wanting sex more than relationships, but that's what journalism is all about, kids.

I flew on a plane today, which is never a good thing for anyone involved. I was so late to the gate that they actually asked me "are you Mr. Hill?" before I took out my boarding pass. I was hassled my security once again, apparently because of my foreign looks and unkempt appearance, and I spent the entire flight gripping the armrests in an effort to hold the plane up. I'm not fond of heights, and I'm not fond of not being in control, and when you combine them together you get me practically jumping out of my seat every time there is a noise in the plane, be it landing gear, flaps, the in-flight video, announcements, or children coughing.

In other news, I find myself in sunny, thunderstormy Florida, where the entire economy is propped up by seafood restaurants and the average denizen is a member of AARP. I have decided that in honor of my visit this week will be Florida Week on the Chris Hill Festival where I will expound upon one wacky aspect of this backwater town every day. At least that's my goal. Some topics to look forward to:

-Elderly folks and their unusual vehicular tendencies.
-In which a young girl and her adopted-pet-wild-turkey were headline news for a week.
-The "Rocky Point Crew", a gang of young vandals with high aspirations.

And hopefully later in my visit:

-Chris enters the high-return-on-investment world of car ownership.