3 AM In Philadelphia

Long flights, long days. Can’t sleep: still on West Coast time.

After a five hour nap, I catch the last three innings of the 15-inning of the All Star Game. Not much to write home about, but it’s something.

Funny Aminal Stories (sic)

I, your Wizard par ardua ad alta, am about to embark upon a hazardous and technically unexplainable journey into the outer stratosphere. To confer, converse, and otherwise hobnob with my brother wizards. — The eponymous Wizard in The Wizard of Oz (MGM, 1939)

Yet again, I am lost to the Trans-Mississippian (Eastern) Wilderness of Strip Malls. Today’s Guest Blogger is Aesop, the fabled teller of tales. According to Wikipedia:

Aesop (also spelled Æsop, from the Greek —Aiso-pos) (620-560 BC), known only for the genre of fables ascribed to him, was by tradition a slave who was a contemporary of Croesus and Peisistratus in the mid-sixth century BC in ancient Greece.