© Procrastinator, Inc.
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.
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.