Spending some quality time in Omaha, so I might have to blog about something other than the sorry state of housing, or total scams. Maybe the story of the dude on the plane who asked for "bloody Mary mix, and milk." Or shall we, no, let's not discuss the cattle-like stench that permeated the airplane. I blame the vinyl seats, and I'll say no more.
Anyway, staying at a Best Western in West siiiieeed Omaha, kind of strip-mall Hell, and for some reason the place has a medieval castle theme. My history is rusty, but I'm pretty sure that the Normans didn't build many fortifications on this side of the Missouri river.
Look for real Berkshire dispatches on the front page o' Fool.com. Now, it's time to have a nice sleep in this smoking room. I bet I'll have a fine musk by tomorrow morning.