All I need is a fast connection, and a warm place to poop

I’m sitting in my room at the Fairfield Inn in Indianapolis, cruising down that old Information Highway via their free (and speedy) wi-fi. I keep flashing back to the mid-90’s when even sending an email was agonizing at 16.2. And I was uploading audio files and images. It was tediouss beyond all description. And now I’m blazing along as though I were sitting at my desk at Learfield HQ. I know, I know… it’s like the Aboriginal tribesman standing at the kitchen sink, turning the water off and on. Amazed at this mirical. I will NEVER take a fast net connection for granted.

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