So I booked it over from work to my usual café that offers free wireless access so I could watch Ted Kennedy’s speech courtesy of a blocky, postage-stamp-sized Real Player window offered up by C-SPAN (I know, beggars can’t be choosers - at least I’d be able to listen to it with any sort of problems). Well, the technically-unversed “barista” had no idea why the wireless connection wasn’t working (don’t blame him - I don’t think he’s being paid enough to serve up the usual café fare and troubleshoot a DSL line shared to the general public via a 802.11 base station). Doesn’t change the fact that I’m not particularly happy right now. Time to slam my smoothie, pack things up and seek out a new place in time to catch Teresa Heinz Kerry (and maybe Ron Reagan, if I’m lucky).