Early 21st century communication patterns:
Outgoing text message: At a bbq watching a bear
Incoming text message (respondent 1): A real man would kill it for sport
Incoming text message (respondent 2): @ Pat Park watchin a hooker score fix
Incoming text message (respondent 3): Do u think u could send it to eat my [family member]?
Two observations: (1) [...]
1. Fear
It is night time and the stained sidewalk and roadway are soaked with rain. Exhaust fills the air. This concrete cavern outside the doors marked “Ground Transportation” echoes with engine noises and shouts and the occasional honked horn.
The Budget Rental Car shuttle pulls away from the curb and I sink into my seat with [...]
Is it just boring at this point to report that this morning’s flight to Missoula is delayed one and a half hours (so far)?
Tell you what. From here on out, I will only post if our flight is on time. Otherwise, assume we are experiencing what now appears to be “the usual.”
At least we are [...]
NEver mind those theories.
“We’ve been released and should be on our way shortly.”
12:40 p.m.
From the flight deck: “ATC is aware of our situation [i.e., that the pilots will need their milk, cookies and naps soon] and we have priority over other flights on the east coast.”
The crew’s “flight day” runs out in 50 minutes. Maybe the actual flight time doesn’t count as part of the “flight day,” [...]
12 p.m., EDT
No word from the flight deck yet, but the delay has allowed A. to complete the rabbit she was knitting for Grace’s christening present.
Actually, she still needs to finish the tail, but that require scissors, which, of course, no one is allowed to have on a plane.
At least, however inconvenient this is, we [...]
As I type, A. and I are sitting on United Flight 487, which in turn is sitting on the runway at Philadelphia International Airport. Our destination is O’Hare Airport in Chicago, where we had hoped to attend our niece Grace’s christening today. We actually planned to be a little late, but a member of the [...]
View of a forest fire from the balcony.
At the demolition derby.
A. goes native.
I go native.
Zuzu checks out the view.
Smoke from fires in Idaho blew into the Missoula Valley yesterday, tinting the sky an evil, sulphorous yellow and leaving a pinkened sun to squint weakly through the haze. Somehow, according to this morning’s paper, the Idaho smoke helped the firefighters battling the local blazes (less oxygen for our fires?). Either way, it was the [...]
This was it, the move to Montana from Baltimore. We loaded the U-Pack trailer over the weekend, spent a sleepless night on a leaking air mattress, and got up Tuesday before dawn to catch our 7:30 a.m. flight from Thurgood Marshall-Baltimore Washington International Airport. I called a cab while A. drugged Zuzu the cat and [...]