I flew out of JFK in New York, an airport I love. Why? Because it has good bookstores, restaurants and that place where you can get a chair massage for 15 minutes. I confess that I really like those. I think that was pretty ingenious, putting a little massage place in an airport to comfort the contorted passengers who’ve been stuffed into an airplane.
I like to eat before flying—unless one flies first class, you don’t get food on a plane anymore. And if one happens to be in first class, well, the meal isn’t going to be great. I like to sit in one of those little restaurants and watch people. I get nachos or a burger, usually. I read, make faces at babies, wave to the people riding on the carts.
I don’t think airplane seats are big enough for regular humans. My knees are right up against the seat in front of me, and God forbid the person leans back—I make a noise only dogs can hear. I inevitably make a friend on the plane, unless I fly first class, because people in first class don’t want to talk, I’ve found on the few occasions I’ve been up front. Still, that extra leg room…it does erase the dog-only noises, so it’s a trade-off.
I love reading on a plane. Sometimes, I work. If I’m not reading, I play solitaire on the computer, though I lose a lot. I like to watch the flight attendants; it’s nice when they seem like friends.
I also love seeing the clouds from above when I fly. I’m a little addicted to them, to be honest. It’s one of those times when I have the childlike thought that God really must love us if he gave us sky and clouds. I always take lots of pictures of the clouds and then bore my family with them once I get home.
My dad traveled a lot for work. He always said the Hail Mary during takeoff and landing, which I thought was sweet; my dad wasn’t a really religious person. I do the same, more to honor his memory than because I think Mother Mary will perk up and take better care of my plane if I say the right words. Even so, err on the side of caution, right?
When I get off the plane, I stride through the airport with great purpose and energy. It’s like being on the streets of New York. One doesn’t stroll. One strides. Also, I’m usually going to an event where I’ll see you, my wonderful readers. It never fails to thrill me.
I’ll miss seeing you here on the JQs. Please make sure you’re following me on Facebook and Twitter so we can stay connected, okay? And drop me a line any time at all at email@example.com. We have a little more than a month left, so it’s not goodbye just yet. : )
Hey! How about a book giveaway? Go say hi over on my FB page, and I’ll pick five of you to get whichever book of mine you’d like.
With great affection,