Only in America! (and most other industrialized nations)
Here I sit, blogging at 30,000 feet, as our Founding Fathers intended. Prep day went exceptionally well, as I got done probably 90 percent of what I needed to. I was curious how many people could possibly be wanting to fly direct from Pittsburgh to Phoenix at 8:30 am on the 4th of July, a Wednesday, no less. That takes out almost all business travel. Most vacationers (going to Phoenix in July?) would have taken the entire week. Who’s left? Turns out a Southwest flight full of people, that’s who. Oh well. I’m sure the 5 hours will just fly by. Ha!
Two kids in front of me are watching a movie on a humongous laptop, and complaining. When I was their age, i spent the entire flight kicking the back of the seat in front of me. And we liked it! We were flying on an airplane, for Pete’s sake. It was a frickin’ miracle. I felt like Alan Shepherd. But then, I’m old. Old enough to remember inflight meals with silverware and ash trays built into armrests. And we liked it!
A Happy 4th to you all. Gonna make this short because I’m already getting some kind of repetitive motion injury from finger typing on the iPad. Plus, Cassie just made a move in Words With Friends and I must crush her.
As Patrick Henry would have said, “Give me liberty to blog on a plane, or give me death, n’at.”