Hail Brak!

A funny thing happened last week while flying home from the memorial to my friend John Higgins in New York ... I spent the night in Atlanta.

Thanks to AirTran Airlines — which in a stunning act of bravado plans to make a hostile bid for Midwest Airlines, which would be, I guess, like Mark Cuban buying a ballet company — I was unable to make a connecting flight home from LaGuardia.  So I called up my old email pal Tom Roche, whom I first corresponded with in 1994 not long after I raved about "Space Ghost Coast to Coast" in the old Late Show News. Tom was an editor on the series and sends me interesting reads all the time, we'd never met in person so why not?

Happily, Tom took me in and I got a decent night's rest, a tour of the Crawford post-production facility ("biggest in the Southeast"), and a cup of joe in Tom's "Hail Brak!" mug.

I plan to write about Higgins shortly.  Of course, I've been saying that for a while now. It's been very hard for me to boil down my thoughts about my friend and colleague.  I think about him every day, and somehow, that makes the writing harder.