… it must be Amsterdam. The Brussels flight left on time and arrived on time. Unfortunately, one bag never left Little Rock on account of our standby on a flight delayed from the day before and subsequent cancellation of the flight we were supposed to be on. We took an escalator down one flight of stairs and were in the train station. Minutes later, we were in the middle of Brussels. 30 minutes later, we were on a fast train to Amsterdam. We’ll finish the trip in Brussels.
But, after a canal boat ride, we joined a long line at a 50-year-old stand to buy a cone of Dutch fries with curry ketchup and Belgian mayo. Expensive as Europe is, 2 Euros worth of fries and mayo will fill you up cheap.
Meanwhile, back in Arkansas, I see that John Brummett is doing some more year-end reviewing. Good year for most politicians, he says. Yes, including Gilbert Baker. But it’s awfully charitable of Brum to not mention Baker’s unflattering involvement in the UCA mess that he led off the column with. And, yes, Baker would be interested in a run for Second District Congress, though perhaps not against Rep. Vic Snyder.