Airborne

The 30-minute delay on the tarmac eventually grew to be a 45-minute delay. But finally, we took off. For the first time since 1984, I'm flying.

It fascinates me how the ground looks from the air, and how it looks to be looking down through the clouds.

This flight turned out to be bumpier than expected (understatement), probably becuaus it was a commuter jet. You know how it is on a roller coaster, just after you've crested the top of a hill, and you feel like you're free-falling? There were a few times when it felt like that... and let me tell ya, I said my prayers more than once. I talk to God on a regular basis, but it still felt good to re-affirm things.

NOTE TO SELF: Don't ever bring a guitar on an airplane again. The snippy little flight attendant, Mike, was threatening to have me bumped to another flight, saying that the overhead compartments on this jet were not big enough for a guitar. Luckily, there were a couple of empty seats on the flight, so my guitar got its own seat.

So... even though a couple of things about this flight made me nervous, nothing of any significance really happened.