For those not in the know, let me share a few things. First. I spent the first thirty years of my life (minus a year as a toddler when my family lived outside of Syracuse, NY) in New Jersey. Specifically I spent the lions-share of that time in Brick City – that’s Newark. For almost fifteen years now I have lived in my wife’s native Texas. Although I own a truck, boots, a hat, and I wish every sales clerk to have a “Blessed day” when leaving every single shop, I am not sure I’ve been accepted by the locals. Perhaps it’s how I pronounce certain words like tournament and mall and dog. Who knows…
The reason I bring this up is that I do find myself frequently flying back and forth between my adopted home state and my true home state. And tonight is a doozy.
Without going into reasons, tonight I found myself boarding a flight a scant ninety minutes after booking the ticket. That was certainly a first for me. Book ticket – pack for a climate 70 degrees colder – hand teenage son car keys – arrive at airport – run to gate. Man that was fun. Why, I didn’t even have enough time to download new episodes of Air Disasters.
As I write this the following things are happening or have just concluded.
- Three pony bottles of gin consumed. Let’s not dance around this one. Harvey doesn’t fly without a drink. Tonight’s flight was especially turbulent.
- The captain announced the Super Bowl winner.
- At least one episode of the old Lynda Carter Wonderwoman has been watched.
- Did I mention I was in shorts and a tee shirt when I packed? It is 8 degrees at my destination.
Fortunately the flight crew is very kind. They seem to like me. They didn’t charge for the drinks. I like that.
Another hour and I’ll be on the ground in the frozen tundra. Please keep me and my intentions in your prayers. I always appreciate it.
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