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Home From Baton Rouge

The trip back to Boston was just as bad as the trip out to Lousiana was.

(You can blame my grammar and incoherence today on sleep deprivation)

I awoke yesterday at 4:50 a.m., drove to the Baton Rouge airport, returned my car and boarded the 8:30 flight.
I arrived in Dallas/Fort Worth at 10:30 and grabbed a sandwich to take on my 10:45 a.m. flight.
I heard that our flight was delayed and sat around for half an hour.
The flight was delayed again. We all groaned.
Finally, we were told at noon to board the plane but warned that, due to WEATHER in Boston we might have to sit on the plane for a bit.

Ladies and gentlemen, there is nothing like sitting on the tarmac for four bloody hours in an enclosed, un-air conditioned plane to make you realize — if you hadn’t already realized — how lucky you generally are.

At 4 pm we finally left for Boston and arrived at about 9:00 p.m. Eastern time.

Why the big delay? Not weather ‘tall, my dears. Just the radar system down, or some such thing with air traffic control. The flight attendants told me that all the air traffic controls in the entire country are outdated and need to be replaced, and we’re all in for many more similarly obnoxious delays in air travel.

Not that the $3.00 snack box wasn’t delicious, with that salty Slim Jim-related item and the busted Lorna Doone’s. Just what a hungry traveler needs; even more comforting than the bacteria-encrusted pillows the airlines USED to hand out, years ago when they had some money.

Air traffic control systems. Just another casualty of the Bush Administration’s brilliant economic plan to destroy the infrastructure of America while inflicting “democracy” on Iraq and putting more money into the pockets of his filthy, stinking rich buddies.

I’m late for class.