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Why I like New York 16: Enthusiasm

People who visit New York sometimes bring such uninhibited enthusiasm. It makes me wonder if what happens in New York, stays in New York.

My week began in Chicago where Tricia received the Distinguished Alumna award from McCormick Theological Seminary. Thanks Sung Yeon for the photo of Tricia accepting the award!

My return flight took me through St. Louis – a perfectly logical flight plan, right? I boarded in St. Louis and found a seat. A group of five women followed me onto the plane. They took five of the seats across the aisle.

They talked. Loudly. Lustily. Happily. They appeared almost giddy. They were going to New York and they were pumped.

They talked about how they will travel around New York and what they will see. They named everything they plan to do and they plan to do a lot. They named everything they plan to drink and they plan to drink a lot.

They bubbled. Giggled. Laughed.

Enthusiasm for their visit to New York surged out of them like a flood bursting a dam. It washed over everyone who could hear them. That probably included everyone on the plane and some people out in the waiting area. We were bathed in their excitement for their visit to the Big Apple.

Again and again, I see people on planes bound for LGA with similar reactions. There is something – something – about New York that can draw that enthusiasm out of us as few places can.

See you along the Trail.

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I did not

I made my way down the jetway and entered the plane. As instructed by the flight crew of SW flight 2635 (LGA to MDW), I found my favorite seat and took it.

There I discovered that someone had worked the crossword puzzle and returned the magazine to the seat pocket. Poetic justice? I have done that many times.

Since I was in the A boarding group, the seats beside me stood empty. I quickly rummaged through them and discovered that they too had worked crossword puzzles. I also discovered a perplexing treasure. Someone had left a bag of peanuts behind.

In a totally infallible, absolutely scientifically accurate endeavor, I posted the question on Facebook:

Would you eat the peanuts in the sealed package some previous passenger left behind?

Thus far I have received 19 comments. They range widely and reveal  my friends’ creativity.

Seven friends provided a variation on yes. One said no. One said no for allergic reasons.

One wanted further information before committing:

Are they salted or honey roasted?

Context entered into a number of responses. Recognizing my travel habits, one friend wanted to know just where these peanuts had been found. Location may be everything:

On an airplane or on the subway?

Recalling the Donner Party, one friend pointed out that there would be circumstances in which eating the peanuts would make enormous sense:

Depending on the context. probably not. But if I were starving it would be better than gnawing on the arm of the person sitting next to me.

Another observed that there is a holiday of some sort coming up based on obtaining food products with an unverifiable chain of custody:

Yes, if they were sealed….in a couple of weeks, my daughter will bring home a bag of candy with very uncertain histories. As long as its wrapped, it seems safe.

Two friends waxed theological:

Wait – are these “Left Behind” peanuts? Have you considered what could happen if you eat them?

Left Behind? You mean after the rapture nuts?

There were moments of self-revelation. One friend suggested a use for the peanuts other than eating them or leaving them … and implied this may be the voice of experience speaking:

Honestly. I would probably put them in my bag and carry them around for a few days, then end up giving them to one of my sons to take on a field trip. (Not that that ever happened.)

Another friend confessed to being the one who abandons peanuts to the cruel chances of fate:

I’m the one who leaves them behind.

One friend did not know they gave out peanuts in airplanes any more … ah the joys of Southwest Airlines and one friend refused to answer, not out of concern for self-incrimination, but for my safety’s sake:

I could tell you, but then I’d have to … well, you know the drill!

Duly noted and appreciated.

What started as a lark proved to offer insights into both my friends and my friends knowledge of me. I will have to try this again with another question.

For the record, I did not eat the peanuts. And here is why: I am in a self-care mode and I did not want the calories. For 12 days, I have eaten in the range of 2,000 calories, walked at least 10,00 steps, and done a concentrated walk of 30 or more minutes – gotta love those laundry nights.

I hope the next person who discovers the peanuts has as much fun with her or his friends as I did.

See you along the Trail.

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Held at Midway

We neither
feel nor hear
the wind;
we remain
dry afar
from rain;
we safely
sit and wait
on board
as the storm
its fury
on New York
where journey
will end.

8 September 2012
Midway Gate B-3
Southwest 1945

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