I went on a trip last weekend to visit my parents. It involves several flights to get there and several to get home again. Let's just say that it didn't go according to plan. Out of a five day trip I got to spend 36 hours with my parents. At some point I may give you the whole story but for now let me say that air travel has increasingly been reminding me of stories a cousin of my mom's used to tell from her missionary days.She was a missionary in Africa and spent many years in Kenya. This was several decades ago and public transportation was an uncertain thing at best. You knew approximately when a bus should come through but not definitely when the bus would come through. You knew your destination but ultimately, you also knew that it was not something you should count on because chances were good you wouldn't get there on time. The bus would break down or be late or get stuck on a muddy road or run over a goat.
Her stories always convinced me that if I ever had to catch a bus in Kenya, I'd better pack a sandwich. I should have remembered that principal when I was packing for my trip, too.
More later...
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Hmmm, your sister posted an appropriate video about this on her FB page ... it was absolutely HILARIOUS!!
Talked about the "delays" of air travel.
"Really? Five hours from LA to NY. That used to take 30 years! People would die! People would have babies! You'd be a whole different group by the time you arrived! Now you watch a movie, take a dump, and you're home."
LOL
Still - a sandwich always helps.
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