I also realized I like domestic flights: relaxed security people at the airport, relaxed flight attendants, and relaxed people on the plane. There was this gate attendant at the airport in DC who was trying to round up one last missing passenger for his flight. What he said was - after the normal "Would Peter Something please come to Gate 40 ..." - "Yo, Pete, the door's closing, we're leaving. Come on over to Gate 42." After a few minutes he repeated the call - the absolute final call as he said - and ended that with "Hey, Pete, where ya at?" As I said, relaxed.
The airport in Phoenix is more or less downtown, so it's quite easy to get around. I found a motel along one of the main roads, right up the street from where the shady ladies of the night do their business, and then took a drive through downtown Phoenix and to the State Capitol, just to get a feel for my rental car, a nice, shiny silver Toyota Rav4. Downtown was pretty dead, however, so I'm now sitting on my bed in my motel room doing what I do best: playing on the Interwebs.
Since I didn't really take any photos today I'll just post a few more of NYC ... You'll forgive, I'm sure. And if not, you can just ignore them.


2 comments:
Great pics, sounds like you're having a fabulous time :)
Brilliant, love the 'artsy-fartsy' shots!
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