Back in the Saddle

Wednesday brought me back. Back to California and ,more importantly, back to my car. It was good to go home. I did, however, sleep too much when I was there. Thus it is good to be back to work. Work being the act of employing the U. S. of A as a play ground.

I did not get any exit row seats on my flights back out. The planes were chock-a-block full of travelers. At least no one tried reclining their seat into me.

One odd thing was that while I was most certainly wedged into coach class seating the guy next to me was enjoying first class amenities. He was laying back with his feet up, elbows out, and reading a novel. Ah to be five foot nothing again! He was a Vietnamese transplant. We had hours of terrific discuss wherein I pretended to understand his accent and even replied at appropriate times using context clues to guess roughly what he was talking about.

I did learn that in Vietnam the fish live on top of the trees, at least that is what I think he said.

Anyway I am back and the plan is to go kayaking in the pacific this afternoon. Should be fun. I will attempt to take my camera, but that could be inviting disaster.

Sam's Summary

• I am back in California
• The flight was good
• One pilot did, however, enjoy turning the plane on it's ear.
  
• I think he confused a flight to Minneapolis with the Le Mans
• "If you look out of the left side of the plane you can see Minneapolis and to your right is the Orion nebula"
• I am going Kyaking