Eastern Standard
Flight 809 landed on schedule in Atlantis...
smooth trip...
some guy had the audacity to claim my seat while I was in the lavatory...
I came back and he'd tossed my things into the aisle seat...
the plane was almost empty but he had to have my seat...
it took me a second to ponder why he didn't take 14F but I didn't complain because he looked like an asshole and he was grumbling into a cell phone...
also 14A & F are wing seats and I wouldn't be able to see squat outside...
so I sat in the very back and got extra servings of pretzels & Coke because I was nice...
I like to watch the scenery, but the gulf and southern states were mostly hidden beneath a rusty blanket of smog...
After we crossed the Mississippi with the sun setting behind us, 809 banked toward a gap forming between two enormous thunder clouds... the smog lifted and I was able to watch lightning escape the clouds and tag the speckles and orbs of amber light which marked residential communities and roads...
When the Capt announced that we were making our approach into Hartsfield, I put down Angels & Demons and assumed the landing position: face planted in the window, neck cramping.
For the first time ever I was able to see the city proper as we circled the dock at Hartsfield... from my elevated seat, downtown looked like an illuminated pencil holder filled with exotic, glowing pen-nibs... there was a brilliant strip of red light entering the city from the South... I can only assume it was a traffic jam of some kind...
tonight's trip was much better than the flight out...
A thunderstorm closed Houston's Hobby and International... in fact Flight 756 was one of the first planes turned away from Hobby... we were flying so low that I could see people looking up at us from their cars.. and then the pilot throttled us back up at a steep angle... we moved South and circled Galveston for nearly 45 minutes before the pilot tried again...as we approached Hobby for the 2nd time he calmly informed us that we had approx. 20 minutes of fuel left and that we might have to land in Austin if the storms hadn't moved...
as we approached Hobby the turbulence was knocking people around like they were riding the Ninja at Six Flags....that's when the blue-clad Nun behind me started praying in Spanish... and she didn't stop until we touched down...
I saw a tin-roofed farm house blasted by lightning...
Anyhow... it was a good two weeks...
Thanks for the Txt Msgs everybody!
if cell phones had beer taps I'd have been drunk before landing!
smooth trip...
some guy had the audacity to claim my seat while I was in the lavatory...
I came back and he'd tossed my things into the aisle seat...
the plane was almost empty but he had to have my seat...
it took me a second to ponder why he didn't take 14F but I didn't complain because he looked like an asshole and he was grumbling into a cell phone...
also 14A & F are wing seats and I wouldn't be able to see squat outside...
so I sat in the very back and got extra servings of pretzels & Coke because I was nice...
I like to watch the scenery, but the gulf and southern states were mostly hidden beneath a rusty blanket of smog...
After we crossed the Mississippi with the sun setting behind us, 809 banked toward a gap forming between two enormous thunder clouds... the smog lifted and I was able to watch lightning escape the clouds and tag the speckles and orbs of amber light which marked residential communities and roads...
When the Capt announced that we were making our approach into Hartsfield, I put down Angels & Demons and assumed the landing position: face planted in the window, neck cramping.
For the first time ever I was able to see the city proper as we circled the dock at Hartsfield... from my elevated seat, downtown looked like an illuminated pencil holder filled with exotic, glowing pen-nibs... there was a brilliant strip of red light entering the city from the South... I can only assume it was a traffic jam of some kind...
tonight's trip was much better than the flight out...
A thunderstorm closed Houston's Hobby and International... in fact Flight 756 was one of the first planes turned away from Hobby... we were flying so low that I could see people looking up at us from their cars.. and then the pilot throttled us back up at a steep angle... we moved South and circled Galveston for nearly 45 minutes before the pilot tried again...as we approached Hobby for the 2nd time he calmly informed us that we had approx. 20 minutes of fuel left and that we might have to land in Austin if the storms hadn't moved...
as we approached Hobby the turbulence was knocking people around like they were riding the Ninja at Six Flags....that's when the blue-clad Nun behind me started praying in Spanish... and she didn't stop until we touched down...
I saw a tin-roofed farm house blasted by lightning...
Anyhow... it was a good two weeks...
Thanks for the Txt Msgs everybody!
if cell phones had beer taps I'd have been drunk before landing!