{"id":128,"date":"2005-03-19T21:04:05","date_gmt":"2005-03-20T01:04:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/dbnews\/2005\/03\/19\/drowning-our-bridges\/"},"modified":"2005-03-19T21:04:05","modified_gmt":"2005-03-20T01:04:05","slug":"drowning-our-bridges","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/dowbrigade\/2005\/03\/19\/drowning-our-bridges\/","title":{"rendered":"Drowning Our Bridges"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a4740'><\/a><\/p>\n<table width=\"537\" border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\">\n<tr>\n<td>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/cyber.law.harvard.edu\/blogs\/static\/dowbrigade\/wetphone.jpg\" width=\"90\" height=\"200\" align=\"left\">Once again, rushing around with last minute preparations for the International<br \/>\n        segment of the Spring Training Tour. At five a.m. we need to be at the<br \/>\n        Miami Dade Airport, returning the big blue beast to Dollar and lugging<br \/>\n        our two overweight suitcases to the terminal to catch the 7 am flight to<br \/>\n      Guayaquil.<\/p>\n<p>Why carry so much weight for a two week whirwind tour? What happened<br \/>\n      to traveling light? Alas, being married to a conscientious Ecuadorian with<br \/>\n        a needy mother and 9 sisters and brothers, plus myriad cousins, neices<br \/>\n      and nephews, carries heavy responsibilities. The super-sized of the two<br \/>\n      overweight bags is stuffed with gifts gleaned from fancy American stores<br \/>\n      like Target and K-Mart, special requests for sneakers in a certain color<br \/>\n      and a certian size, replacement parts for American appliances (there are<br \/>\n      still a few in service, especially outside of the United States), shoes<br \/>\n        that pinch, shoes that rub, shoes that slide and a complete wardrobe<br \/>\n        that no longer fits (Norma Yvonne has raised the ante a couple of dress<br \/>\n        sizes, all the more to love).<\/p>\n<p>We need to stop at Curcuit City for a travel charger for our Motorola<br \/>\n        Phone.&nbsp; When Norma and the Dowbrigade bought our matching phones<br \/>\n        last year they came with twin chargers.&nbsp; We lost one on or last<br \/>\n      trip to Peru.&nbsp; The other one got sucked into the vacuum cleaner last<br \/>\n      December.&nbsp; We bought a single replacement, but Norma refuses to give<br \/>\n      it up.&nbsp; Even though the phone won&#8217;t work in Ecuador or Peru, we rely<br \/>\n      on it as out repository of numbers.<\/p>\n<p>First, though we need to do a last load of laundry to hit the continent<br \/>\n        with completely clean clothes. Luckily Harold has a washer-dryer in the<br \/>\n        first floor garage below his condo. Maybe we can run out to the Circuit<br \/>\n        City for the charger while the clothes are in the dryer.&nbsp; If we<br \/>\n      can even <em>find<\/em> the damn phone.&nbsp; No good calling it, because<br \/>\n      since we got down to one bar we started turning it off except when talking.<\/p>\n<p>When was the last time we saw it? Last night, when we closed down Starbucks<br \/>\n      at 1 am. Where did we put it? In the pocket of our black shirt.&nbsp; Where<br \/>\n      is our black shirt? In the washer, of course! Irreparably saturated.&nbsp; Drenched<br \/>\n      to the core. Sunk in sudsy hot water. Fritzed. Fried. Frelled. Oh, well.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a lesson in there somewhere.&nbsp; Until we figure it out, don&#8217;t<br \/>\n      expect any calls from the Dowbrigade. 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