Turkeys Don’t Fly Far, But Planes Do

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Sunday morning, my alarm went off at 3:15 a.m. No, it was not accidental. Yes, I needed to get up at that unspeakable hour. Why did you have to rise at such a horrifically early time of day? I’m glad you asked. The reason is a good one, and it does involve airplanes. Son1 now lives on the West Coast. Two evenings ago, he boarded a plane in Las Vegas after visiting a friend in Sin City (Do we still refer to Las Vegas as Sin City?). The flight he boarded was the Red Eye from Las Vegas to Raleigh. Arrival time in Raleigh was 5:30 a.m. local time. The ride from our house to Raleigh when traffic is light takes an hour and fifteen minutes. As it turned out, we timed it perfectly. I pulled up in front of the arrivals section of the terminal just as our son walked out the door. There were very few cars waiting. I was able to pull in and out with no delays. We arrived home 75 minutes later despite more traffic on the highway than during my travel to the airport. While I was retrieving Son1 from the airport, my missus was home preparing a sausage and broccoli quiche for breakfast. It was quite delicious. (I just got to use two words starting with ‘q’ in the same paragraph.) Now, we are one day closer to Thanksgiving. © 2023 Douglas W Davis All Rights Reserved