shuckin' corn.

Spent three days halfway between Omaha and Lincoln celebrating my grandparents 60th wedding anniversary. It was an epic Johnson family reunion, complete with hours of competitive card playing, washer-tossing (don't ask), and general wackiness. Highlights included: a visit to the Strategic Air Command museum, my first time on ice skates in (count 'em!) ten years, cleaning up at 3:00am in a "friendly" game of poker, continuing my streak of not seeing the sun while on winter break.

For the first time in my life, I rooted against my Huskers. And, boy, did I pick the wrong night to stop rooting for them. Michigan played like it did against Ohio State, holding the lead after three quarters then allowing the 'Skers to drive the length of the field...twice. Ugh. It's time to fire Lloyd Carr. And Henne.

It was also a less-than-stellar week for air travel. We decided to fly back into San Jose on the night of the Storm of the Decade. What fun. On the 2+ hour flight from Denver, the seatbelt sign was shut off only once. And that was after we landed.