After a mere 3 hour flight, I can wrestle giant iguanas and win!

The Wild Man after 12 hours plus flight time on Sunday, dealing with Rio traffic, and a hotel story yet to come that you won’t believe. I’m not looking for any giant iguanas today, thanks.

There’s an old saying my mama used to always use when we would go on vacation back before the interstate highway system existed.  We would have to drive from Monahans, TX to Texarkana, TX going back east to Illinois.  We would start off early in the morning before it was good daylight so as to get as many miles behind us before the sun began to beat down on the roof of that old Cadillac with us riding inside with all the windows down to keep from roasting alive.

We would pull into some little local motel off of highway 80 somewhere close to the Arkansas line.  As we pulled in to stop for the night, mama would say, “Well, the sun has riz and the sun has set and here we iz in Texas yet!”

Well mama, I sure got re-acquainted with that feeling today!  With your permission, I would like to say something more along these lines.

Well, we got on the plane in Atlanta last night

They fed us some supper and everything was alright!

We covered up and fell asleep .cause just sitting there got boring

In an hour or so the whole plane was snoring.

I woke up at three, (as it’s my custom to do),

Not a light was on, just an iPhone or two.

I found my way to “the place”, (thank goodness no line!)

After a quick stop I’m feeling just fine.

So it’s back to my seat to my pillow and blanket,

My headset playing Eagles as loud as I can crank it.

In my flight booties and sleeping mask I’m really a cool sight

I strap on my seat belt and again say goodnight.

The two “pills” I had taken finally kicked in,

My mind shut down, face with a grin.

I’m trying to wake up, who’s hollering at me?

Where’s my eye drops, can’t find them,

Heck, I can’t even see!

Charlotte’s saying they’re gonna feed us again,

I need to wake up, what a night it has been!

Here’s the wet towels  to wake me and make me feel better,

Charlotte needs “to go” so, I get up to let her.

The stewards and stewardesses now rush down the aisles

Bringing our breakfast with “good mornings” and smiles.

The cabin GPS with it’s graphs and dials

Is indicating we’ve traveled over 5,000 miles!

The coffee’s not hot, the bagel is bland

Would somebody please tell me, will this plane EVER land?