I brought it on myself.
You would think after all the airplane flights I have taken this year, I would want my flight to New Orleans to be as short as possible.
There were possibilities. Continental flies to Houston from Manzanillo. If I were so disposed, I could drive to New Orleans from there.
But not me. Instead, I flew three hours from Manzanillo to Los Angeles. Then I waited for five hours. Flew three hours through the night to Atlanta. Where I am now waiting for three hours. And I will then be on a short flight to New Orleans.
The reasons for this odd trajectory (looking as if it was mapped out by a federal agency) were sound when I booked the flight. But most of them escape me now.
So, here I sit at 6 in the morning in the Delta Sky Club staring out at the dark Atlanta tarmac. I guess it could be worse. I could be George Zimmerman's attorney.
Whether or not this was a good flight plan, I will be in the Big Easy, the Crescent City, the home of jazz in a couple of hours. It turns out that Jazzfest is in full swing during my two day stay. That just may make up for my otherwise questionable choices in travel plans.
You would think after all the airplane flights I have taken this year, I would want my flight to New Orleans to be as short as possible.
There were possibilities. Continental flies to Houston from Manzanillo. If I were so disposed, I could drive to New Orleans from there.
But not me. Instead, I flew three hours from Manzanillo to Los Angeles. Then I waited for five hours. Flew three hours through the night to Atlanta. Where I am now waiting for three hours. And I will then be on a short flight to New Orleans.
The reasons for this odd trajectory (looking as if it was mapped out by a federal agency) were sound when I booked the flight. But most of them escape me now.
So, here I sit at 6 in the morning in the Delta Sky Club staring out at the dark Atlanta tarmac. I guess it could be worse. I could be George Zimmerman's attorney.
Whether or not this was a good flight plan, I will be in the Big Easy, the Crescent City, the home of jazz in a couple of hours. It turns out that Jazzfest is in full swing during my two day stay. That just may make up for my otherwise questionable choices in travel plans.
