“What time is your flight?” Carolyn asked me
“10:45. But…I have to check a bag”
The faces of two horrified friends–Carolyn plus Morgan–stared back at me. I felt ashamed.
“I know. I don’t usually check a bag but this time…I…I just grabbed the wrong suitcase. I have four of them.”
Silence.
I fiddled with my wine glass and then continued.
“Recently my trips have been short ones so i have been talking my half-size wheelie bag.”
Stares.
“My suitcases are usually stored like nesting dolls. I grabbed the wrong bag and it was too big to carry on. I didn’t realize until I got to security at LGA and they sent me back to Ticketing.”
My friends nodded, but unconvincingly. At this point that I realized the extent of my friends’ disapproval. I may be shunned.
My fall from travel grace is complete.
* * *
I’m just back from a long business/pleasure trip to Chicago and San Francisco. As a result I have zero (!) blog posts scheduled. Bear with me.
OneChicklette 
Is checking in a bag such a crime?!
Pretty much!
“Bearing”
Yup
I know.
Cheers My Good Friend.
I am scrambling to post new stuff RIGHT NOW. Because I care.
From my “Day One” I posted too much; held naught in reserve. Had so much to say (still do), but with all the tears and beers, it do git harder…
When I do not post something ever’day, I feel bad.
Yet,…
Then I think, “Lance, don’t post shit for shit’s sake”
(not saying you would; you know I follow and check your posts), all I am saying is for me.
I get so pissed at me!
None of this will make sense to you from my perspective, Yes, I know, but, It feels good to speak it.
Cheers,
Lance
I usually have a bunch of close-to-ready posts but this week, I want to post some recent happenings NOW. Impatience…