Foster's 2024
© Procrastinator, Inc. 2024 USA
06:05 flight time. Arise at 04:30.
Arrive at airport--after a near-death driving experience entering the Ted Williams tunnel--at about 05:40. Libby says I'll take the bags in you go park in East Boston (to save $4/day). Being the good husband I am, I do what I'm told. I return to the airport at about 05:55 to hear my name being paged over the intercom. I sprint to the gate. Now I can say I was THE last person to board an airplane.
Mom met us at the airport. From there we went to lunch with my great great Uncle Carl at the Spaghetti Factory. Carl moved to the Phoenix area in 1948. He still has the car he bought the year he moved there. It is, rightly so, his prized possession. If knew anything about cars or had a memory, I could tell you what it is. Regardless, he's gotten his money back and made many friends because of the car.
It was over 100 degrees Fahrenheit everyday we were there. That's hot--in case you're used to the Celsius scale.... Of course, there is no such thing as too hot for Libby. Needless to say we spent a lot of time at the pool.
We also met a friend from the Air Force Academy, Kent Hennings, for lunch on our way south to Tucson to stay with long-time family friends the Rineharts.
While in Tucson, another Academy friend in pilot training, Luke Ahmann,met us for dinner. Later we went out on the town...for about thirty minutes. Then, we fell asleep on his new leather love seat. We also went to Tohono Chul ("Desert Corner"), my mom's favorite, for brunch.
The final dining point of interest was with another pair of long-time family friends, the Polson's. You may have noticed the trip focused on dining experiences. I guess that's what you get when you keep in touch with people from your past. Good conversations over a meal.