Two Space Age Whiz Kid Coyboys’. (The Tomaso
Collection)
Ran into Sasquatch’s cousin, Not Me! Resplendent in
Seahawks colours, before making the Patriots Black ‘n Blue! Now if only the
Space Age Fuel Depot had been off of Exit 51 instead of 52, Oh Never Mind!
“Just a song before I go
To whom it may concern
Traveling twice the speed of sound It's easy to get burned”
I’m always amazed at the Universe’s
synchronicity. Since the day I was packing for my trek to thee Valley of the
Sun. Turning on the local Old fogey’s radio station, Crosby, Stills and Nash’s
Just A Song Before I go started playing on my ancient transistor radio…
VIDEO:
Just A song before I go
Whilst its funny how I was madly
type-type-typing away on various, riveting No fenders Blog stories like this 12
Hours before departing.
Yeah, I chose the number 12 on purpose. And not
because of the Seahawks 12‘s, but for DJ WillyP’. Say What! He doesn’t drive
the No. 12 anymore?
Have I mentioned that I spent half of February
traveling to Warshington’ and Arizona lately, Yall? Meaning that my No Fenders
posts will be a Wee Bitamyte’ sporadic and somewhat dated. Since as typical,
I’ll be busy playin’ Ketsup on Ye Blob’, just Sayin’. And having caught my
first cold in several years isn’t helping matter either. Since isn’t that what
vacations are for?
Thy trip started off swimmingly, since
Southwest Airlines didn’t send the “Memo” (email) until 15mins after my Taxi
driver had called to say He’d left Eugene. Informing me that my flight had been
delayed by two hours, Crap!
And then my Cabbie’ called again warning me
He’d most likely be somewhat late since it was snowing really good at the
“Pass”, albeit the Ralph A. Petersen tunnel’s elevation is a whopping 990 feet
MSL. (Mean Sea Level) With Cougar Pass being situated at some 715 feet. Which
for Mwah, a former Warshingtonion Skier isn’t exactly what I call Mountainous!
But I digress…
Naturally, we’d be having our very first day of
snow the morning I was trying to travel to the warmer climes of Arizona, Ya
Sure Yuh Betcha!
And although the snow had stopped, the sky
brightened and the road was virtually dry. With the exception of the overhead
trees dripping, making the windshield wipers scratch in protest. After we’d
passed a Fed Ex “Box” truck in a ditch, and I mused out loud those packages
will be late! Traffic came to a complete halt on Highway 126 and we sat still
for 15mins. Before traffic moved again and we passed a further two deliver
Box-trucks off the road, with another in a ditch…
Standing in the check-in line and waiting for
assistance. Melissa, a TSA employee said She’d take me to my gate since She
wasn’t busy at the moment. Telling me things were a bit slow that morning.
Huh? I’ve never had my own, personal TSA escort
agent before. Informing Her of my mechanical Heart valve, we suddenly went down
a long hallway into a private “screening” room where She said Her co-worker
George would pat me down.
Melissa mentioned George was one of Her good
friends, and as He was explaining how His hand would go over my buttocks and
groin area I couldn’t resist. And said George and I are going to be “Good”
Friends too, Hya!
Although this TSA Airport screening “Pat-down” wasn’t
any worse than last year’s in Arizona…
The
Perks of being A Blind Traveler
Seated at my gate, a further announcement was
silently made, as a friendly woman in a wheelchair said they’d just texted Her
saying our flight wouldn’t depart now until 3:37PM; a further hour and twenty
minutes plus, and three an one quarter hours later than originally slated,
Urgh!
Reportedly the weather in Denver, with winds
Ah-Blowin’ Almighty was causing all of the delays. But what became mondo
annoying was the departure time kept playing Whack-ah-Mole! Since after a kind
Airport employee had escorted me to the bathroom and we returned to the gate at
2:06PM. The gate agent said we’re boarding now!
And then we sat on the tarmac forever before
finally departing for Denver.
Funniest bit for Mwah was riding in a golf cart
to my connecting flight’s gate. As it still blows my mind there’s no direct
flights from Eugene to Phoenix, Ack!
As we slowly made our way through the
concourse, Tom Petty’s I’m Free, Free Falling wailed upon the concourse’s
speakers. Which I mused to myself they shouldn’t be playing that song in an
airport!
Hey, I like Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers,
and like the song also. But Free, Free Falling isn’t something I want to be hearing
at an airport or doing on an Aeroplaine, Hya!
As the arrival time for Phoenix apparently
constantly rubber-banded before four hours later after our scheduled arrival,
we finally arrived! And so much for arriving at dinner time. Which it really
doesn’t help just having the airline employees apologize for our being late
profusely…
Returning home was a relative “Breeze”. As
there were no flight delays and TSA was “entertaining”, after they told me to
look at the camera. Hmm, I’m Blind Sister!
Then another friendly TSA worker said He’s walk
me thru the Ronald Dumbsfeld Bodies R Us (Body) Scanner. Asking me if I knew
how to do the YMCA pose?
As He helped me walk sideways up the ramp,
spread my feet and then positioned my arms being splayed backwards with my
elbows out. Or something to that effect, which apparently was the
aforementioned YMCA pose…
What, you mean no full body Pat-down, say what?
After collecting my suitcase, it was outside
into “frigid” 43 degrees damp weather across the street to the designated
Taxicab pickup area. Where two “enterprising”, Cabbies’ worked me over good
trying to steal another’s fair. With both men telling me countless horror
stories of how my cab company never shows up, Yada-Yada-Yada…
As my cab was 20mins late, but I stuck with the
company I’d already made a reservation with. Which ironically turned out being
the exact same driver who’d driven me to Eugene a week earlier.
And although I didn’t “get to climb in the back
with the Girl with Kaleidoscope Eyes”. The road was completely empty and we
made excellent time home, with another day’s Madcap journey over!
Partial song lyrics from: Crosby, Stills and Nash Just A song before I Go; 1977 CSN Album.
