I can't stop laughing about you debating whether to be freaked out or proud of yourself for going to the worst case scenario. We are days away from boarding a plane for a two month house/petsit in Hawaii in the middle of the winter. Thanks go to you two again for introducing us to TrustedHousesitters. The risk is definitely worth the adventure!
Yikes!!! We have to put special battery labels on packages we process. NOW I’ve got a great story to illustrate why it’s necessary!!! So glad y’all survived this scare. Much love to you both.
I can't imagine anything more frightening than to be smelling smoke while being high in the sky, not knowing if this was the big one, but I did love this piece. Especially the ending, where you say you would have no regrets. And throwing Bilbo and Frodo in there...nice touch!
I had a friend who flew with me the first time I flew from Los Angeles to New York City, forty-five years ago. He freaked about EVERYTHING in the plane—the sound of the engine changing, the plane banking, any turbulence (he puked when we dropped a thousand feet or so abruptly). Turned out my friend, who was one of these very macho guys who loved guns and knives, smoked cigars and drove a second-hand Cadillac, had an intense fear of flying.
I didn't freak out on planes because thanks to Dad being in the Army I'd flown across the Atlantic three times, and flew from Los Angeles where I went to college to San Diego where my family lived about a dozen times (it was cheaper than the train back then), though I've come to hate flying in the U.S. thanks to all the Homeland Security Theater! they put us through these days. (Flying within Europe or Australia, or from Europe or Australia back to the U.S., is by contrast a very pleasant experience where Federalized Mall Cops don't humiliate you just so you can get on a plane.)
He also, as I quickly found out, had an intense fear of New York City, especially in 1980, and couldn't for the life of him understand why I was like Frank Sinatra—opening up my arms and singing "New York, New York"! (He really thought I was out of my mind when I later told him I used to go to Times Square to see movies at the grindhouses there—despite having accompanied me to San Diego's "rough downtown" theaters in Horton Plaza several times.) For me, New York City was the home I had never been to before, and I adjusted quickly to how different it was from Southern California.
I can't stop laughing about you debating whether to be freaked out or proud of yourself for going to the worst case scenario. We are days away from boarding a plane for a two month house/petsit in Hawaii in the middle of the winter. Thanks go to you two again for introducing us to TrustedHousesitters. The risk is definitely worth the adventure!
Have a great flight and enjoy that weather!
Yikes!!! We have to put special battery labels on packages we process. NOW I’ve got a great story to illustrate why it’s necessary!!! So glad y’all survived this scare. Much love to you both.
Whoa! Scary story!!!!!
I can't imagine anything more frightening than to be smelling smoke while being high in the sky, not knowing if this was the big one, but I did love this piece. Especially the ending, where you say you would have no regrets. And throwing Bilbo and Frodo in there...nice touch!
I had a friend who flew with me the first time I flew from Los Angeles to New York City, forty-five years ago. He freaked about EVERYTHING in the plane—the sound of the engine changing, the plane banking, any turbulence (he puked when we dropped a thousand feet or so abruptly). Turned out my friend, who was one of these very macho guys who loved guns and knives, smoked cigars and drove a second-hand Cadillac, had an intense fear of flying.
I didn't freak out on planes because thanks to Dad being in the Army I'd flown across the Atlantic three times, and flew from Los Angeles where I went to college to San Diego where my family lived about a dozen times (it was cheaper than the train back then), though I've come to hate flying in the U.S. thanks to all the Homeland Security Theater! they put us through these days. (Flying within Europe or Australia, or from Europe or Australia back to the U.S., is by contrast a very pleasant experience where Federalized Mall Cops don't humiliate you just so you can get on a plane.)
He also, as I quickly found out, had an intense fear of New York City, especially in 1980, and couldn't for the life of him understand why I was like Frank Sinatra—opening up my arms and singing "New York, New York"! (He really thought I was out of my mind when I later told him I used to go to Times Square to see movies at the grindhouses there—despite having accompanied me to San Diego's "rough downtown" theaters in Horton Plaza several times.) For me, New York City was the home I had never been to before, and I adjusted quickly to how different it was from Southern California.
Fascinating what we are afraid of what we aren’t.
I’d rather be in a burning plane over the Atlantic than around the MAGA Cult and ICE murderers back in the U.S.