Biblical passage on our way home. After being dropped off at the airport by Ewa, Marcin and Kuba, we headed for the gate. Of course we got there in plenty of time, so we waited in a small cafe and had coffee. Finally, we boarded our plane---seats 37 C and 37 E, separated by a man in the middle. I asked him to exchange seats with me and he did. Snuggled in for our 9 and one half hour trip, we waited for about 45 minutes in the plane as people were being seated. Then, we noticed a woman in a white blouse walking our direction. She asked several people for their boarding passes and passports. It was interesting. She asked the man next to me [the one I had exchanged seats with] if he was David Watry. I said I was and then she asked for my ticket. I couldn't find it. She asked Jude for hers and then said follow me. Jude got up and started to follow, asking her if I could go with. The lady said, "Yes, both of you should come."As I fumbled for my baggage in the upper compartment, Jude scooted ahead. I found her sitting in Business Class, Seat 2 A. I was asked to sit in 2B. Moved into Business Class. What a NICE surprise. There were buttons all over the seat--one for recline, one to bring your feet up, one for your lombard. I tell you...there's no feeling like being in those seats for 9 plus hours. Needless to say our trip home was pleasant.
It was hard leaving the plane once we landed in Chicago. But we had another plane to catch in Chicago. The passport control had a DisneyWorld wait--45 minutes. Then off to baggage. Half of the bags were unloaded by the time we had arrived...but not ours. Murphy's Law in action. The red light flashed again and out came our bags. Now through security. Since we had been to more than one country, our bags we checked by xrays, so we waited again in a line. Once off, we headed for United, checked the bags again and headed for Terminal 2, a slight train ride way from Terminal 5. Off the train, we headed to the Security check once again. Another line...our time was getting short. We had a little over 20 minutes to board our flight to Milwaukee. Many of you know the feeling of running through the airport. Jude and I separated. I found the gate while Jude patiently waited behind a person who kept questioning why she had to take her shoes off. Our gate was F6, we thought a short walk from security. When we got to the gate, they were paging us. We made the flight, a 17 minute jaunt to Milwaukee.
As I looked out the plane's window, I began to notice familiar sights...the power plant in Kenosha, South Shore Yacht Club, the interstate. It was a good summer, but it was good to be home. On the ground, we headed to baggage, where we waited again. Except this time, our bags didn't come. Instead we heard, "Gigi, Captain" and our bags didn't really matter anymore...
