When the story is finally written about the death of our great society, there will no doubt be a very large chapter dedicated to the A-merry-can airline industry. What a joke!
There ought to be a law forbidding airlines from refusing to serve food on flights over three hours long. Are you kidding me? God bless the flight attendant who saw that poor Mrs. Field was starting to look like one of those poor children in Darfur and decided to sneak some cookies our way. And I don't mind paying for airline food, but a dollar for a cup of coffee served in a cup that belongs in a Suzie Home maker set is a bit much. And don't even get me started on the ball of confusion that is the check in process and the rip off that goes on there.
I was robbed at gun point a a kid in Jamaica once, and I think this felt just as bad. "Sir you can't carry that bag on it look a little too big." "Really, I carry this bag on all the time." "No sir you will have to check it. You already checked one, so that will be $25 for the second one." Did I mention that the first one was $15? Add Mr. Fields usual two checked bags filled with Philly's finest wear which must accompany her whether she wears them or not, and you get the idea of why I think US Air Capone was in rare form today. Hey, at least I could finally claim them from the baggage carousel. I could dedicate an entire blog to my adventures with that as well.
Oh well, all is well that ends well. I am off on the road now, but I will be blogging everyday and keeping the fields alive with the sounds of your voices. Why? Because I am hooked on this stuff, and because I always have something to say.
Peace.
