Great OP(s), Special1. Sounds like you were traipsing all northern US/southeastern Canadian portions of the continent. Must have been rather fun though, going on a whirlwind tour of a number of cities in several states and provinces. I’ve got my vacation coming up in three weeks – though I don’t really plan to go anywhere outside the city and surrounding areas. 
Congrats on the kid’s citizenship, too!
So I had a weird dream over the weekend – the first involving the SDMB. I normally don’t remember most of my dreams – I have to be in just the right mode of sleep for that to happen, and I seem to sleep too deeply the vast majority of the time. Just the same, I ended up accidentally sleeping in on Sunday, and the portion of the morning after my alarm went off and I accidentally dismissed the alarm instead of snoozed it, I fell back to sleep and dreamed. For some reason I found that I had to go somewhere – to work, I think – but I had a great deal of free time on my hands before I had to be there, so I decided to take the scenic route on the local bus. To Greece. Which was, of course, just one city west of me. I didn’t want to do anything there, I just wanted to go there. And I did, just to the Grecian bus terminal. I got off the bus. The shelter was kinda neat, if weird for a bus terminal, because it was a train terminal. Or it looked like it anyway. The buses rested in channels where train tracks ought to be, their wheels half concealed by the channel islands. The station itself was covered with high, curved, windowed ceilings that showed signs of considerable age and carbon buildup from years of vehicle exhaust. I decide I should head back and get to work, so I hop on the bus number that I believe to be the one that will take me back. (The marquees were in a foreign language – not Greek, oddly – so I had to go by the route numbers.) I get on and the bus leaves – and starts heading south. Damn! I think to myself. This is the bus that goes to Turkey! Because, of course, Turkey borders Greece, just one city south. Oh well, I think, knowing I still had plenty of time left and that I could catch a connecting bus heading back into Brampton from a street some distance south that runs through Turkey back into Brampton. I’ll just enjoy the scenery. And I did. It was pretty ordinary scenery – mostly flatland with some trees and power lines and stuff. But it was cool, because it was Turkish flatland with some trees and power lines and stuff! My final thought was, At least it’ll make a funny story for the MMP.
Yep. I can officially call myself an addict. All things considered though it did kinda make a funny (or at least odd) story for the MMP. Just not quite for the same reason. 
On the über-geek tip, someone apparently hacked up a version of Windows Mobile 6 for the Dell Axim X50v. Being that I was running Windows Mobile 5 and it was freakin’ buggy and unstable, I couldn’t wait to try it out. And it works! Not only that, it works better than WM5 did! Woohoo! (For those that don’t know – which is likely all of you – Dell stopped making PDAs, and they’ll never be releasing Windows Mobile 6; heck, they had to be arm-twisted just to release patch upgrades for their existing WM5 to fix horrendous bugs that were in it on the X50v!) I am now happy using my PDA again, because I haven’t had to reset due to a completely random, unattended bug mucking up the works, or because it “forgot” a scheduled event like my morning alarm… thank Og.
Okay. Enough geeking. Time to STFU and GBTW.