A Problem in Houston

Trip Start Nov 22, 2004
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Trip End Dec 01, 2004


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Tuesday, November 23, 2004

The good thing about the Houston change of planes -- getting away from Fidget Woman and her Restless Elbow that poked my arm all night long. She did redeem herself, somewhat, by retrieving my little flashlight that fell beneath the seat in front. I couldn't reach it, but apparently the all-night fidget had kept her limbered up, so she picked it up and put it in my hand. "It was a long night," she said, as the plane taxied in. "Thanks," I said to her, although "Ditto," was what was on my mind.

We're running late, and I had to get from Terminal E to B in 15 minutes flat. My plane was loaded by the time I found my gate, but still, they let me in, I found my window seat, and buckled up. A small plane now, with two and one across. I like this size, sleek and smart, without that sardine feel.

But there's a buzz. My seatmate starts to tell her tale, delayed in Houston yesterday, because of weather, and then due to the crash. NATB investigating now. What?? What happened?

A plane was on the way to get the elder Bush, hit a pole and crashed, three people killed. Thunderstorms moved in after that, severe, everything a mess. The father of our president, once the president himself! No doubt things are under lockdown, security the thing.

It looks OK, outside the window now, but thunderstorms I know. Headed north to Tennessee, I'm in the Land of Weather now, I think.
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