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| I fly into Kansas City International Airport, whose airport code is the somewhat cryptic MCI, which serves as conclusive proof to me that Bernie Ebbers has way too much influence, and I refuse to be convinced that the m has anything to do with the fact that the airport is in Missouruh. I had forgotten that it's actually still winter, and Kansas City is cold as a... um... rattlesnake's fang, as we might say in Arizona. The rattlers are theoretically all still hibernating now, so their fangs would presumably be quite unhot. |