Seems Steve got off to Ukraine okay. I have to go to Toronto next week, but will be back before he returns. In his absence, mom's making my poor dad pick me up next week at an ungodly hour of the morning to drive me to the airport, because she fears for my safety driving myself and parking there in the daily lot way before the sun rises. My parents are both in their upper 70s. Let's face it--Newark isn't the safest place to be walking around in the dark, even at the airport.
I'll grab a cab home, then pick up Steve the next day. It'll work out fine. I do feel sorry for dad, though. He gets up early, as most older folks do, but not 4:00 am early! He's scheduled to pick me up at 4:30 am. It's both a blessing and a curse that my parents live only a couple of towns away from us.
Today was mom's birthday. It's midweek, so I didn't have time to bake her an apple pie, but I sent her a funny e-card, which she saw, and spoke with her over the phone. "You know what you'll be getting for your birthday . . . click here to see it! Older. Oh, yeah, I forgot the wiser part!"
I will be visiting them this coming weekend, so she will have her beloved apple pie a few days late. Forget cake--mom loves my apple pie, and raves about my flaky made-from-scratch crust. I prefer blueberry, and won't even eat my own pie crust, no matter how flaky it is, because I just don't like pie crust, period. But hey, it's apple season! Mom gets what she likes. I don't like cake either, so I can understand her pie deal.
Next up in quick succession are Steve's and my dad's birthdays. Dad gets food--perhaps a glazed pear tart. Steve badly needs a new piece of guy-like soft-sided luggage that isn't falling apart, to hold his business clothes and toiletries. I just use a compactable canvas bag that's at most 1/5 of my size. When I see a woman with a wheelie-dealie half her size, I think "I can fit two weeks worth of clothes into that, unless I'm headed for a ski resort, and you were here for what, three days, in the summer?"
The last time I went to Canada was well before 9/11, so all an American needed was either a birth certificate or a driver's license. It's way different now. At least my passport doesn't expire until December, and I can get it renewed at a post office.
Enough drivel for one night--have a good evening, everyone.
I'll grab a cab home, then pick up Steve the next day. It'll work out fine. I do feel sorry for dad, though. He gets up early, as most older folks do, but not 4:00 am early! He's scheduled to pick me up at 4:30 am. It's both a blessing and a curse that my parents live only a couple of towns away from us.
Today was mom's birthday. It's midweek, so I didn't have time to bake her an apple pie, but I sent her a funny e-card, which she saw, and spoke with her over the phone. "You know what you'll be getting for your birthday . . . click here to see it! Older. Oh, yeah, I forgot the wiser part!"
I will be visiting them this coming weekend, so she will have her beloved apple pie a few days late. Forget cake--mom loves my apple pie, and raves about my flaky made-from-scratch crust. I prefer blueberry, and won't even eat my own pie crust, no matter how flaky it is, because I just don't like pie crust, period. But hey, it's apple season! Mom gets what she likes. I don't like cake either, so I can understand her pie deal.
Next up in quick succession are Steve's and my dad's birthdays. Dad gets food--perhaps a glazed pear tart. Steve badly needs a new piece of guy-like soft-sided luggage that isn't falling apart, to hold his business clothes and toiletries. I just use a compactable canvas bag that's at most 1/5 of my size. When I see a woman with a wheelie-dealie half her size, I think "I can fit two weeks worth of clothes into that, unless I'm headed for a ski resort, and you were here for what, three days, in the summer?"
The last time I went to Canada was well before 9/11, so all an American needed was either a birth certificate or a driver's license. It's way different now. At least my passport doesn't expire until December, and I can get it renewed at a post office.
Enough drivel for one night--have a good evening, everyone.
posted by Admin at 6:24 PM
2 Comments:
As an aviation journalist since 1990, I applaud your posting of the Cubana Flight 455 tragedy. I hope each perpetrator is brought to justice.
I knew you were a journalist, Michael, but wasn't aware that's your specialty. There are a lot of pilots in my family--commercial and private.
Interestingly enough, when the Cubana incident happened, I was in 10th grade, living overseas. I'd forgotten all about it until it showed up in today's Java script module for "This Day in History."
Let's hope nobody bombs either of my Air Canada flights.
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