It is early, early Tuesday morning. i am about to go to bed (and hopefully, asleep) in my own bed.
i am writing a summation of my travails with American Airlines, including a blow-by-blow description of today’s silliness beginning with a 3:00 a.m. awakening until now: ugh. i will complete that ugly story tomorrow when i can think as straight as i can think…unless i play golf; then it might have a Wednesday finish.
But on the five-hour flight from Charlotte, i met two really nice young men and hope we can keep our connection. Jim Watkins, a senior at ‘Bama, and Jim Esler, a insurance agent and a new force in the San Diego chapter of The Propeller Club — more on both later.
Just being home is enough right now.