2002 blues:
Woke up this morning, turned the computer on. . . .
All set to fight the Sunday morning 10:00 am ticket-purchasing dragon,
Woke up this morning, turned the computer on . . . .
Clicked on the browser, "no server found."
Called my isp, heard a recording that "if you're on the west coast, the network is down, we're working on the problem. . ."
No! Not on the Sunday morning that Bridge tickets go on sale!
Network still down at 9:56.
Picked up the phone and started dialing our favorite ticket service. "All circuits are busy."
Strange feeling of deja vu. This is how I once bought tickets, back in the last century. It's been so long, I've become happily self-dependent on Internet ticket mechanisms. Struggling with them as they've gotten better over the years. Still a source of frustration, but nothing compared to having to explain over and over to some agent at Bass what date and show I wanted, while choice seats were disappearing.
Oh well. Fine. Hopefully Sheila will come through once again.
Long live the Bridge School!
Jim
Satisfied with a fish on the line
