Walt Reads Salvatore, As I Question Why I Let The Content Manager Have My Phone

A thunder storm is delaying our flight. (Edit after the fact: Our 5:15 flight finally left at 7:30. We made our 9:15 connecting flight, mainly because they held that poor plane for us until 9:50. If you were in the Atlanta airport as sixteen game developers stampeded through like traumatized cattle, I would like to apologize at this time.)