Long, long delays traveling to Portland. Flights changed without notice, rescheduled to leave from places I never was, going to places I never desired to arrive. I had no business in Minneapolis, and definitely not on New Years Day. But the airline had determined, by casting bones from a dead baggage handler on the tarmac and reading the entrails of ritually slain pigon, reading there the mysteries beyond the rest of us, that this was the order of things, and also that I should discover this as I went along. At one point, two security checkpoints in, boarding pass printed and in hand, checked and rechecked, it seemed United was about to disavow that had any dealings with us, ever. They stopped short of denying that they were an airline when we showed them the tickets with their logo all over it, but that was it. Imagination filled with visions of escape, vengeance. They also arranged for any flights that did eventually occur, to be in the company of a daycares worth of teething toddlers coming down or going up on their various behavioral drugs... In some ways it could have been worse. I met some poor bastard that had been trying to get home since last Friday. I saw an agent tell a bewildered ninety year old woman she would be sleeping on the floor of the airport that night. Unnatural things were taking place all around me, but we were all thankful that someone was managing to locate and keep at least a few of their planes in the air.
I require some resoleing in the soul.
Prescription: Beer. Curry. Banjos.
Porter Wagner does Satisfied Mind.
The Association
Tony Joe White
Unknown Hinson
Nolan Strong and the Diablos.
Space: 1999
Ray Charles.
Roscoe Holcomb
My New Years resolution: End up like this Tough Ol' Gal.
"Doctors ordered Violet to stop breaking horses and riding bareback..." So she took up clogging and fiddle making.
98 year old Ozark fiddle maker in Yellville, AR
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