Untied

For those of you old enough, remember the old airlines? The ones that have gone bankrupt, been subsumed or otherwise combined/purchased/lost their original identities?

We also had “pet names” for them. the ones I remember included TWA=Tiny Weeny Airlines, Allegheny Airlines = Agony Airlines, Northwest Airlines was Northworst, and the list continued. United was referred to as “Untied.” And this proved to be confirmed today.  

Getting to the airport in the Twin Cities just involved taking the Green Line, then changing to the Blue. Normally this is accomplished at the Stadium but with a Vikings Home game today…. well let us just say that we saw a lot of purple. Along with some interesting helmets (the real Vikings did NOT have horns on their helmets).

Getting to United’s check in was fairly easy. Getting through security wasn’t hard but took a bit of time. Then, thanks to George’s status with Lufthansa, we spent time in the United Lounge.  Gate change was secondary to another United flight having some kind of problem which stuck it at the gate for an extra few hours.

Flight? Full, long, middle seat (bleh). BART home, Taxi from Berkeley up the hill to home. really need sleep

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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