Road Again II

I was the man. I was important. Seat 16A in a Boeing 757 is hard by the port wing emergency exit. The lives of dozens depended on my ability to a) reach upward, sideways and downward, b) grasp and push, pull, turn or otherwise manipulate, c) push, shove, pull or otherwise open, d) lift out, hold, deposit on nearby seats, or maneuver over the seatbacks, e) remove obstructions, f) reach, g) maintain, h) exit expeditiously, i) stabilize, j) assist others in getting off.

Hu-hu-hu-hu-huh. They said getting off.

Wait a minnit. I had to sit over the wing. That meant I had a real shitty view. Awesome legroom, and a shitty view. Nothing but wing. Nothing but wing when I could have seen my house as we bore east. For a moment I saw the lake and the rail yard, and by triangulation knew my house was d’oh! behind the engine nacelle. Crud.

The pilot was a sweetheart, though. He banked left as we approached Tahoe so I could get a glimpse of that, anyway. The mountains are so dry it’s scary. There’s snow, but not much, like powdered sugar on coffee ice cream, just a flavoring. Drought rhymes with rout, and follows a freeze that killed ninety percent of the citrus crop. I love California. She’s a beautiful, beautiful woman who, as soon as we get comfortable, slaps us around.

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Okeydoke, I'm not in Chicago anymore but I was for about an hour and the above is what I meant to post from there except it took the whole damn hour to a) find somewhere to plug in and charge the battery and b) get an internet connection. My company is supposed to have covered the connection but the magical works-everywhere wireless connection software didn't work and I ended up buying 24 hours of internet time for $6.95 of which I used about thirty minutes. Boss is gonna love that.

PST it's midnight thirty but here it's eight thirty in the morning and just getting light and I can't get a room yet and have nothing going on and my internet connection is going to time out soon and it's kind of snowing. Good times.