Well here we are, jetting over southern Utah, headed to Big D.
Airline travel has become reminiscent of bus travel just a few years ago.
Some thing about airlines and airports turn the once nicest guy you ever met, into a raging *@&hole.
Maybe it’s the stress of putting your life into the hand of what looks like some kid, or maybe it’s just the impatience of wanting to get home.
I don’t know. Besides, dad’s the one that got a degree studying such things. I’ll have to ask him.
Meanwhile, on the American/Trailways Bus-O-Plane, aerial pot holes are bouncing us around a bit. Makes it challenging to type!
All in all, the travel experience , so far, has been nearly enjoyable. That’s probably all the airlines could hope for.
If it hadn’t been for the time constraints put upon us by the challenging away from home janitoral supply industry , …..we’d have ridden the Harley’s !
More dangerous? Probably . More fun? Absolutely !
So maybe next adventure we’ll be flying a bit lower, a bit slower and having one hell of a better time.
Till that day
JoDon