I took the first American Airlines flight out of New York La Guardia this morning at 6 am. The pilot cheerfully greeted everyone onboard a "Merry Christmas" (as opposed to a generic "Happy Holidays"), something which I did not expect to hear given the way some people think of it as an insult. After being served a mug of coffee, the meal service began. I left home 4:30 this morning without even a sip of water so my Christmas breakfast 30,000 feet above the ground is something I look forward to.
If there's any advantage in flying during the actual holiday itself, it's that airports are not as packed as Christmas eve when the lines to check-in counters and security checks are horrendous. Even the flight attendants - the ones on American Airlines - are less grumpy and more accomodating. My felllow passengers are certainly happier today even as we arrived a few minutes late at Dallas-Forth Worth.
There's still another hour of waiting at this behemoth airport in Texas before I board my California-bound plane. Everywhere around me is a scene of people hurrying with their carry-ons (presumably loaded with Christmas gifts) but here I am trying to find my own peace and solitude, trying to find a way to be productive. Thanks to T-mobile Hotspot, I'm doing just that: an update on this blog. To everyone at sea level and yes, those who are in mid-air, Merry Christmas!
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