Category Archives: Airplanes

Horn of plenty

Like so many of you, I was in an airport on Thanksgiving eve. And since it was raining in both my departure and arrival cities, I ended up sitting on the tarmac…

DELAYED.

Luckily, it was only a little over an hour. And I had the forethought to bring snacks. THE snack of the Thanksgiving holiday — Bugles corn chips.

Sure, we’ve all put them on our fingers at one time or another to look witchy, but on Turkey Day, they are the perfect little cornucopia of salty goodness.

I expect someone to make these for me.

Reminiscing

I was on yet another airplane this morning, bored, so I decided to go through my phone storage and delete old files and pics that I didn’t need anymore.

I was surprised at how many docs were on my phone. You should check yours; like me, you probably only downloaded files on your phone to take an quick look and store them elsewhere.

So I axed most of them.

I kept more of the pics, but what fun it was to scroll through them!

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Reliving my family’s recent beach trip to Florida…fun visits in NYC with friends and family…Lou and my Harry Potter World adventures…and my trip to Tokyo last year!

If you need a quick pick-me-up, browse through the images in your gallery. I guarantee it will put a smile on your face.

Friendly skies

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Believe it or not,  this is a gate at Boston Logan Airport.

Isn’t it festive?

Apparently a lot of cruises depart from this gate, and the airlines decided to have some fun with the decor. 

How human of them. How thoughtful. How fun for the kids who are accompanying their parents on the trip.

I think other airports and other airlines should follow suit. More than one person has stopped to look and take a picture.  It has put a smile on their faces too.

And smiles can be hard to come by during a long day of travel.

Time for a knap

I spent most of last week on ‘planes, trains and automobiles.’ Unlike Steve Martin and John Candy in the iconic film of the same name, I suffered only minor delays in my journeys, but was constantly annoyed by one group of travelers —

Backpackers

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Backpackers clog the aisles of both airplanes and trains and, for reasons unbeknownst to me, appear to have no idea of the additional girth their over-the-shoulder luggage adds to their body. They careen down the center aisle, bumping people on either side (and behind when they need to back up).

Apparently the backpack cushions their body from all collisions too, because they never seem to notice or feel the need to apologize.

So, if any backpackers are reading this, take note the next time you travel. You leave behind a wake of bruised body parts and bad attitudes…

And they all have your name on ’em.

Riding it out

The lady sitting across the aisle from me on this flight is scared to fly.

She didn’t tell me, but she didn’t have to.

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She is a white knuckle flier.

She has, at intervals, been visibly praying. And fidgeting. And sweating.

When I was very young, I used to get motion sick on airplanes — green, sick and nauseous.

I think that was better.

Getting in the short line

TSA preYesterday I made a special trip to the Newark Airport to conduct my in-person interview for TSA Pre.

It seemed like a good idea when I signed up a couple of weeks ago.  Interviews are only conducted at Newark and JFK — not my usual LaGuardia — so I opted for Newark since I can get there easily enough by train.

Then the heavens opened up.

It was raining cats and dogs yesterday morning.  The trains were all delayed.  Even the tram at Newark was stopping and starting due to the weather.

So, needless to say, I was about seven minutes late for my interview, and the TSA doesn’t wait for anyone.  They would only interview me if they had another ‘no-show.’ (Thankfully, that happened within 30 minutes.)

The interview itself took about five minutes, and I was approved — woo hoo!  But if you see my ID, I won’t look happy about it.

The TSA doesn’t allow you to smile.

Friendly skies

Rory and I flew to Boston today.

Our flight was fairly uneventful, but then again, Rory didn’t spend any time in the cockpit.

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