To my left, a man
gently pummels himself;
a man to my right
stretches and flexes.
Pre-flight rituals
remind me of a locker room,
without the smell,
and, since I have none,
makes me wonder if I should.
JFK, Terminal 4, Gate B27
17 March 2013
Tag Archives: JFK
Arrival
At 1:00 PM on Sunday 17 March, Asiana Airlines Flight OZ 221 left JFK International Airport. I was a passenger. The flight went well. I fell asleep for about 30 minutes two times. Each time was during a movie.
Arriving at ICN International Airport, all went well again. Except that I chose the slowest line through immigration. That did make it easy to find my lonely suitcase on the carousel. One of my hosts, the Rev. Dr. JC Lee met me as I entered the waiting area.
We drove, the Rev. drove and I rode, to Gunsan. We stopped for a great dinner along the way before arriving at the hotel. I slept some in the car.
I wrote a couple pieces on the plane – since I did not sleep, I needed to do something. However, they will have to wait until I have rested before I post them.
How Dickensian of me to keep you in suspense.
See you along the Trail.
Customs form conundrum
The question has been faced before,
but never can I recall my answer,
so every time it looms anew,
I pause to deeply ponder:
is coffee food?
25 May 2011
Jet Blue 868
KIN – JFK
Filed under Poem
Jet Blue Flight 868 – Random observations
The complimentary head set really isn’t that sweet of a deal when you sit in the row where the monitors don’t work.
For a good time, nothing quite beats riding for 3.5 hours with a strange dude’s elbow embedded in your rib cage.
Of course he may well be thinking that it is truly a joy and delight to sit by a dude whose shirt smells like it has been used to rub down the winner of the Kentucky Derby.
They actually are charging for pillows and blankets on this flight. I have heard of such, but this is the first time I have seen it.
Duh, should have read the fine print. It’s a “never-been slept on pillow” and a blanket that’s “mine, just mine.” If only I had seen that sooner – I have been experiencing such an overwhelming desire to own a miniature pillow.
One flight attendant wore rubber gloves to stow our bags and no gloves to pass out customs forms. Another flight attendant did the exact opposite. What’s the deal with that.
I have seen things on this airplane that I have had no desire to see. Ever. There really should be fashion police for those people who wear too few clothes.
See you along the Trail.
25 May 2011
KIN – JFK
Filed under Travel
Along the Graybeard Trail 