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Hey friends. Just a quick check in here.

Check in you say? No, actually I said it. Today’s delve into bloggitude deals with one of the world’s great luxuries and pains… Air Travel.

I’m on a plane right now heading from Memphis to St Paul… Memphis being one of 2 exotic locations provided by the Tallahassee Regional Airport. Today should have been an easy day of travel except I forgot one single factor of air travel that I should take into account before venturing out of the house… I am an idiot.

So I arrived at the airport in Tallahassee at 7:30 this morning, with boarding pass in hand, with nothing left to do but fly off into the wild blue. As we pulled up to the terminal, I could see the gate where my flight usually leaves from… no plane. As I looked into the ticketing counter… no agents. “That’s odd” I thought to myself. At any rate, I said a heart felt almost teary goodbye to my parents as I won’t get to see them for another few months and bravely walked into the terminal.

And then I realized that the 8:30 flight I had been preparing myself for was actually my connection out of Memphis. My flight too Memphis left about 30 minutes prior. So I called my folks to come pick me up as the next flight out wasn’t until noon. That kind of made the ride back to the house a little awkward, what with the heartfelt goodbye we had all just experienced. It’s kind of like saying goodbye to someone and then walking the same direction with them for a block. Do you talk or has the goodbye already taken effect?

Good news is I was able to jump on the 12:20 flight and I got to watch the Papal Mass from St. Patrick’s. Hopefully the excitement of today has passed and I have nothing but fairways and greens remaining.

This brings me to an observation I had while waiting in the Memphis airport. What is it about flying that makes people dress like they’ve either on the way to the gym or like they just went shopping in a K-mart dumpster. Seriously, standing there at gate B8 I saw a parade of tracksuits and t-shirts expressing love for everything from Harley Davidson to that 6 ft. Rat in Orlando. And yes, there were mullets everywhere.

That’s it for me today, I’ve got to stow my seat back and return my carry on luggage to it’s full upright position.

Peace

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