...until I'm sitting on a big ol jet airplane, rolling down Ngili
runway, climbing into that big blue sky, and getting my butt out of
Congo.

My only real anxiety right now is that I'll show up at the Air France
early check-in desk tomorrow morning, they'll take one look at my 16
plastic crates of check-in, and say 'sorry, bud, no room on the plane'.
I don;t *really* think that would happen, as my excess baggage fees
will probably pay the jet fuel for the flight, but its half past
midnight, I'm just finishing my packing, and when I'm as tired and
goofy as I feel right now, it doesn't take much to get the haunts
going. I can't fathom what plan B would be, other than the mother of
all giveaways.

I'll post tomorrow to let you all know that my bags are in the baggage
trolley, and after that, you can expect that my next post will be a
fishing TR from the great state o maine sometime late next week.

--riverman