I am sitting here in Charlotte just a little upset with myself as I forgot to bring my trusty Olympus. Most of you will recall this is my first digital camera that I usually throw in my computer bag when I travel. So there will definitely not be any pictures today.
Yesterday I flew here and it was quite an adventure. I got on the plane at the Springfield-Branson National Airport (had to throw that in as I have a few former Ozarker's that may not know about the new status of our little airport) and the Northwest Airlines pilot announced his name was Ricky Bobby. OK, for those of you who are not up on your movies Ricky Bobby is the name of the Nascar Driver played by Will Ferrell in the movie Talladega Nights. One guy quipped "I ain't flyin' in no plane with someone with two first names." Everyone laughed and the lady sitting next to me in a heavy Southern drawl said "well I hope he shakes and bakes because I only got a thirty minute layover." We all laughed again. He did like to go fast...we had to skirt a whole bunch of storms on our way to Memphis all the way down to Fayetteville, Arkansas and over Little Rock and we still made it to Memphis with minutes to spare.
Then on the flight to Charlotte we had a hilarious attendant. She was a young African American lady who had a wild hairdo and kind of danced and laughed and talked her way all the way to Charlotte. Everyone loved her. She had to fight an uphill battle because we were delayed about 20 minutes getting out of Memphis for a minor repair. Then on the approach we abruptly aborted and shot straight out of the approach and made another go this time landing. The pilot announced the plane behind us had a medical emergency so we gave up our spot to get him in faster.
All in all, just another day in the friendly skies.