tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22816503.post-32691657520059811232008-03-28T22:01:00.003-04:002008-03-28T22:13:34.838-04:00I know, I know. I'm a fair weather blogger.<br /><br />The problem is I am maintaining - or trying to maintain - three blogs and when things get crazy, the blogs suffer.<br /><br />Anyway, I am sitting in a <a href="http://www.marriott.com/courtyard/travel.mi">Marriott Courtyard</a> in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Farmington</span>, CT. I'll be attending the memorial service for my Uncle Bob Brandt who died last month in Florida. Uncle Bob - or as we called him - Uncle Bobby - was the youngest in his family of four children and the last of his generation of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Brandts</span>. It will be an emotional day.<br /><br />Anyway, I arrived here around 7:30 and headed over to the local mall, <a href="http://www.shopwestfarms.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Westfarms</span></a>, and had dinner at the <a href="http://www.rubytuesday.com/">Ruby Tuesdays</a>.<br /><br />I guess no one told the people of central Connecticut that there is a national recession and everyone is suppose to be hold up in their depreciating homes waiting for the end of the world. At 9:15 pm the mall is mobbed with people. Folks are still waiting in line to get a table at RT and the parking lot is still filled.<br /><br />Strange.<br /><br />~jjohn eric brandthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243606306592591756noreply@blogger.com