Friday, 11 February 2005
4:01 p.m.
Right now United flight 49 is en route to Los Angeles, California with an ETA of 5:38 PST. The drive in was nice. Very nice. The drive back started a little sad, but then I cranked the radio up until the windows rattled and I couldn't really hear my emotions.
4:08 p.m.
It occurs to me if you want to send them email, you may certainly do so. Drop me a line and I'll send your their email address.
6:12 p.m.
According the Web their flight landed at 5:30 p.m., which was 45 minutes ago. Surely it doesn't take that long to deplane? I need to relax, though. Deplane, go the Ground Transportation, shuttle bus to the Tom Bradley terminal, check in for international flight... maybe grab some dinner... then call Dad.
But you know I've already called them, right? Oh, yeah.
10:14 p.m.
Got a call from the travelers about 7:30 p.m. They were checked in and waiting to start preboarding their 747. By now they are probably nearly a thousand miles towards their destination. As I munch dry cereal and watch bits of old movies on cable, they roar through the frigid air miles above the star-lit Pacific. Incredible. One large tube of aluminum and steel, almost eighty thousand pounds of super-volatile explosive liquid, and my girls can watch a movie, take a nap, and wake up on the other side of the world. What a fantastic modern era we live in.