The wife booked us to South bend Indiana on a "budget" airline for Thanksgiving. My stepdaughter lives close by with her future husband and family. Before we leave I get voted to cook the bird, scheduled to land 15 hours before dinner. Except said airline changed departure time from 4:45 pm to 6:05 am Wed morning. No email, phonecall, nada. At least the pressure would be off. Takes me 4 minutes to pack, wife a bit longer. Since they only have 1 flight per day (at a time randomly chosen by Coneheads playing a game of "Ring Toss") we made it along with 100 squallering kids disappointed by the Mouse House, cranky old gourds and a host of clueless bots who never look up from their phones. "Airbus" is the perfect name for that plane, if'n you are over 5'6" tall your knees are against your chest. I guess 32 rows in a 30 row plane really pays off with an extra dozen cattle. Oh yeah, $40 to carry on a bag, more to get it in the hold. Nobody smiled, ever, guess they don't pay well. The wife and I (who don't drink) started a drinking game over the little seat kicker behind me-"Drink every time mom says 'Chill!!' to the little angel." If'n it was for real they'd need a wheelbarrow to get us off the plane. Anyways who could afford a $9 wine, $7beer, $4 Chee-zits.
Indiana is great, small-town, down homey. Sat out on the back deck in mid 50's sun on Wednesday, thought "This ain't too bad." Never saw the sun again. Gray, rainy mid 40's and lower for the "parade" (a fire truck, 28 Grinches, 1 Santa and wife). I had on all the clothes I packed. Everybody turned out for it though.
Family time is special but getting on that plane late last night filled me with gratitude. The TSA lady commented about my heavy Corcoran insulated boots to which I replied "I never gotta wear 'em in Florida."
Lots of empty seats so I moved the wife over to the empty row I got and out she went. Sitting here typing this in shorts and a T shirt with the A/C cranking is what Thanksgiving is truly about for me. Joe
Indiana is great, small-town, down homey. Sat out on the back deck in mid 50's sun on Wednesday, thought "This ain't too bad." Never saw the sun again. Gray, rainy mid 40's and lower for the "parade" (a fire truck, 28 Grinches, 1 Santa and wife). I had on all the clothes I packed. Everybody turned out for it though.
Family time is special but getting on that plane late last night filled me with gratitude. The TSA lady commented about my heavy Corcoran insulated boots to which I replied "I never gotta wear 'em in Florida."
Lots of empty seats so I moved the wife over to the empty row I got and out she went. Sitting here typing this in shorts and a T shirt with the A/C cranking is what Thanksgiving is truly about for me. Joe