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Frequent flier

Thirteen years ago, Rory and I made our first airplane trip together — from Kansas City to Craigsville Beach on Cape Cod.

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As we arrive home tonight from Kentucky — on what is easily Rory’s 30+ flight as an ‘in-cabin pet,’ I never take for granted his zen presence and sunny predisposition that make him an easy, breezy traveller.

Good dog.

Blue skies


New York City does not look like this today.

Our skies are overcast. The air is heavy. The rain that alternately threatens and abates has delayed my friend’s plane for hours.

No, the skies are not bright in Manhattan.

But this photo, from Cat Satler’s Art Scrapbook, reminds me that they will be again soon.

Very soon.

Friendly skies?

The Manhattan skyline is pretty awe-inspiring, even to the most casual observer.

But this week?

It’s been a virtual smorgasbord of spectacle!

On Tuesday morning, a small airplane buzzed past the S&P office in Lower Manhattan, pulling a banner that read:

“Thanks for the downgrade. You should all be fired.”

Lucy Nobbe, a single mother from Kirkwood, Missouri, paid for the fly over.  She simply wanted to send a message, and when she discovered she couldn’t do it over the Capitol in Washington, she settled for Wall Street.

Soon tweets were flying, too.

Then on Wednesday, the folks at 30 Rockefeller Plaza were treated to their own aerial show.

A young man in his 20′s stepped out on the ledge of the Top of the Rock Observatory — some 70 stories up — and threatened to jump.  (Quest Love, the drummer for the Roots, was one of the first to tweet the incident.) Police arrived on the scene and talked him down some 45 minutes later.

Now, we all know things like this happen in three’s.  (They just do.)  So, we’ve had a plane.  We’ve had a Superman of sorts.

Did we miss the bird?  Or is some scary, spooky critter on its way?

Don’t. Look. Up.

There was an old man…

Happy Limerick Day!

We celebrate Limerick Day every May 12th in honor of Edward Lear, the English writer who is credited with making the art form popular.

In other words, for making every Tom, Dick and Harry think they can write poetry — way to go, Eddie!

In honor of the big day, I wrote a rather lame limerick myself:

My plane from Dallas was late
Yesterday would be the date
So today I am groggy
My head coarse and foggy
And my blog?  Well…it’s not so great.

See?  This is the type of ‘poetry’ that Edward unleashed on the world.  Of course, his wasn’t that great either.  Take a read:

There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a Bee;
When they said, ‘Does it buzz?’
He replied, ‘Yes, it does!’
‘It’s a regular brute of a Bee!’

I mean, come on — he used ‘bee’ twice in the rhyme scheme.

Amateur.

What the?

Look, up in the sky! 

It‘s a bird!

It‘s a plane!

It’s one of the cast members of Spiderman: Turn on the Dark crashing to earth!!!!  (Sorry…I couldn’t resist.)

Happy ‘Look Up in the Sky’ Day everyone!

Stand on a street corner and look up into the sky in awe.  See how many people you can get to look up, too.

It’s fun for the entire family.

(Bonus points if it’s raining.)

Stop the music

There’s an awards show on television tonight that I’m not gonna watch (and not just because I’m on an airplane headed east).  I’m not even recording it.

The Grammy Awards.  Yep — Not. Gonna. Do. It.

I’m sure there will be much spectacle.  Lady GaGa and Adam Lambert are performing, so that’s kinda a given.  But when you’ve only heard of about half of the musical groups — and have no clue what songs they currently sing or what awards they have been nominated to receive — well, you feel like one of those folks who hang out by the buffet table at a party.

LOSER.

I could blame it on circumstances.  I used to be better informed when I had a car and actually listened to the radio.  Then I moved to the Northeast and adopted the walking lifestyle.

So, listen to music on your iPod, Carla.”

It’s a legitimate idea.  But I hate headphones and ear buds — just can’t stand having anything jammed in or around my ears — so music as part of my commute has pretty much disappeared.  And TV is my background noise of choice when I’m working on my laptop.

So this time, The Egg is depending on you — give me the skinny on what goes down at the Grammy’s pre-, during and post-show — complete with your more informed translation.

I may not like headphones, but I’d still like to hear an ear full.

Happy day

One of my happiest memories is the day my brother Kent returned from the first Persian Gulf War.

They bussed the friends and family members to the airstrip.  My godfather Joe, who owns a printing business outside Chicago, had created four beautiful red, white and blue placards that spelled out Kent’s name, and my sister, brother and I were holding them en route.

All I could think during that short ride was “this long nightmare is almost over.”

We gathered on the tarmac, the placards in hand.  After interminable minutes, the Pan Am jet appeared on the horizon, and the crowd started cheering.  Once it landed, two doorways opened and the soldiers started to deplane.  I remember being surprised that they still had on their helmets, rifles in hand.

But I still recognized my brother in an instant.

On this Memorial Day, I wish every service man and woman and their families a similar happy day.

Sheldon. Sheldon. Sheldon.

A couple of months ago, Facebook was full of doppelgangers.

But none as impressive as the one Friday on my very delayed flight to Dallas, American flight 2708, seat 10A.

Not mine – Jim Parsons’, the actor who plays Sheldon, on the brilliant “Big Bang Theory” on CBS.

I noticed him briefly at the gate.  Actually, his boarding pass caught my eye first, because he was in the seat next to mine.  (Once inside, I realized the aisle separated us on this tiny aircraft.)

But once I got a look at him — bazinga!

He was a slightly younger, paler version of Parsons.  He sported the same super-short brown hair; the tiny, round head; and the tall, rather frail body frame.  He was even dressed a bit like Sheldon, sporting wire-rimmed glasses that fit the character to a tee.

I was ready to chat with him – ask him if people told him he looked like Parsons, get a photo as proof – but then he started acting like Sheldon!  He turned toward the window and didn’t interact with anyone the entire flight – the nerve!

He did carry on a rather large book and placed it in his seatback pocket.  This, I thought, is where our hero will either destroy the illusion or bring it home…

About halfway through the flight, he pulled it out and began to read.  I peered at him through the curtain of my hair — a science fiction anthology!

…and that’s when I heard a big bang!