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Travel Day



This morning I will be boarding one of those wonderfully rickety old Allegiant planes and they will be whisking me back home to Northlandia.  You can measure the flight time: One quarter mark they wheel the refreshment cart down the aisle.  Then at the halfway mark they do it again.  At the three quarter mark they announce a new Allegiant credit card offer.  Then, hopefully somewhere on time and at the right place, we land.  I was thinking about the last time I rode my bike and have it pegged somewhere around October/November of last year, yeah 2017.  I'm kind of anxious to get on the Yama Dawg again.  Picture taking was too cloudy last time I was up there, so hoping for some decent weather.

  


Last time I was up there the Mets were only three games back and still heady from the 11-1 start.  Now we are in 4th place, 16 games back and playing out the string.  Last time I was there it was freezing and rainy and a whole summer had yet to begin.  Now the kids are back in school and fall is near.

My Lord, I just noticed that the gif above seem to show we lost one of our wonderful Allegiant flight attendants.  Sure hope she (or he) had on a parachute.   By the way, Allegiant may have the worst safety record, the oldest flying fleet, and the most underpaid pilots, but I am confident that we will land.







Travel Day.  Escape.  Sanctuary.

You know the routine.  We are going to close the offices for a few days while we recreate in Northlandia.

On Hiatus Until September 17  


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