cohesive. I am fairly certain I passed very near over Granddaddy's
place. The power plant caught my attention and I don't think I mistook
the Etowah River. Neato. There are two exeptionally well-behaved
children one row ahead and across the aisle from me. They are probably
more seasoned flyers (fliers?) than I am. The plane was apparently
underbooked - would that be the word? Very few passengers, so I moved
up a row from sitting next to this awful nice lady, a scuba diver, on
her way to celebrate her father's 90th birthday. I thought that was
great. Result being two seats to myself, easy take-off, and blue
skies. No sickness, no sleepiness, no real turbulence. And it's
already 1:32. For now, I resign myself to the dulcet tones of
Thriller. Well, Thriller 25.
Published from Charlotte Douglas International, 16:07 local time.
1 comment:
Glad you went yesterday -- it's raining/storming here now.
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