On a miserable, cold, freezing-rainy afternoon, there's nothing better than going out for a "constitutional," as the Brits like to say. And this was weather which would have warmed the heart of many a Brit. Chip and I walked out to the airport and back (about an hour's walk), which is about the only long walk around that is all flat, on a gravel road. I saw these drums stacked just outside the airport, and I couldn't help wondering what would happen if somebody pulled out that wooden pallet...