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On the phone with continental.

The music fed to my ears while on hold with airlines, or any other large corporation is really grand. It's always something terribly corny or catchy. I can't even describe what I am listening to, it sounds like some sort of new age remix of Enya. It actually might just be Enya. 

America.

Doesn't mean much to me by itself. Nothing means much by itself until you have another item to compare it with. 

I chose France, and what an immense comparison there is to make! 

Now is the time to admit that yes, silly me, it was all in my own backyard. 

Shoulda, coulda, woulda. No regrets and lessons learned.

Time to fork over a couple hundred and get my ass home!