From the Prairie Hills
Our daughter bought our tickets (for the air miles) and so for the first time ever in a plane, I did NOT get a window seat. The view of the landforms and clouds is the only thing that makes flying worth the price and the hassle.
I think at one point, overhearing my grumblings and complaints to no on in particular, the stewardesses and fellow passengers, especially on the last two legs of our trip from Virginia to South Dakota, had talked of sedating me. And I know the young lady who sat betweeen me and the window seat probably thought I was obsessed with her bustline, because I could take my eyes away from the tiny wedge of window beyond her silhouetted torso that give only fleeting glances at glacial lakes, drumlins, the shore of Lake Michigan--more fresh water than I've ever seen. I was especially antsy on the final leg of the trip as we descended over the alien world of South Dakota. Poor Ann had to listen to me interpret the geological history by the story told below by brief views of dry riverbeds, eroded valleys now filled with dust of millenia, yadayadayada.
So, here we are. I got up early to work on class notes, but instead read from a large Disney book about Princesses and other heroines. Young Abby was up by quarter til 6. And so it goes.
Just a quick howdy to let you know we've settled into Big Sky country. I think tonight we're going to the SD State Fair. That should make for some intesting photo-ops.
And maybe, by sheer random chance, on the way home on Monday, I'll get a window seat. I am prepared to take hostages.
Comments
You shouldn't joke about stuff like that. Someone from NIPR.mil Room Room BF655A may be watching, and not have our sense of humor.... :)
Posted by: Tom Montag | August 20, 2004 11:52 AM
I was thinking the same thing, Tom. The SD State Fair--eat some funnel cake for me, Fred.
Posted by: Kurt | August 20, 2004 1:18 PM
Well of course the security boys will see right away the general anarchist tendencies of this weblog and be on me like ugly on a frog--the Unabomber of Goose Creek. But hey--I have my limits like anybody else. Being forced to sit in a aisle set while flying over the Badlands is inhumane treatment and prohibited by some international laws of human decency only I discern. Shoot if you must this old gray head, and so on and so forth.
Posted by: fred1st | August 20, 2004 1:38 PM
I agree with Tom and Kurt, You are one brave man Fred!
;-)
Posted by: Jeremiah | August 20, 2004 8:35 PM
Hey, I live for the window seat on a plane, too. You are right in that its the only redeeming thing about flying other than getting there quickly.
Posted by: Terry | August 21, 2004 10:36 AM
I hate the aisle seat of an airplane as well. But I like the aisle seat of the movie theatre. Go figure. Have a wonderful trip and ya gotta show some photos of the SD state fair.
Posted by: Marie | August 22, 2004 2:06 PM