Quick Stop In Toledo
The trip home (Toledo) over the weekend was nice, if a little short. They save up little jobs for me to do when I come, and sometimes I find myself doing things that I’ve put off for years at my own house. It used to be tough to squeeze a quarter out of them for mowing the lawn, but now I change a couple light bulbs and they’re so effusive you’d think I graduated from Harvard. I still didn’t get the quarter, though.
Weather, despite dire predictions, was very pleasant until Sunday evening. At Detroit Metro, my Milwuakee-bound plane pushed back as rain started to pelt the window, drove in a couple circles, then parked on the tarmac in a line of other planes as the airport was closed while thunderstorms cavorted in the area. I’d gotten upgraded, and while we sat there, flight attendants served drinks and snacks in first class. While I enjoyed the wine, I couldn’t help feeling the animus of those sweating in out in coach. Any time a delay like this happens, especially in Detroit, I automatically think of the infamous snow incident there, when some 8,000 passengers were kept on planes for hours. However, we revved up after only about 45 minutes, and were on our way.
