I thought I'd give you a little update on my journey from the RNC in Minneapolis-St. Paul to Walt Disney World near Orlando, by way of Philadelphia. It's a journey that's been impacted along the way by Hanna (the tropical storm, not Ed -- although I know he and his family also like to visit WDW).
First, after Karin, Bill, and I boarded our plane in Minneapolis, we were told we'd have to stay on the ground for about half an hour because of already heavy air traffic in Philly. The pilot shut off the engines to save fuel. We were then on our way sooner than we thought, but we ended up circling above Philly for about 15 minutes, waiting for clearance to land.
Once on the ground, we were met by the same driver who brought us down to the airport early Sunday morning. We gathered all our luggage and equipment -- 13 pieces, in all -- and I saw Karin and Bill off on their way back to Reading.
I then proceeded on to the ticket counter to check in for my flight to Florida. It was originally scheduled for take-off at 7:50, but it was already delayed five minutes. Later, it was 10. By the time I grabbed a bite to eat and started heading to the gate, it was 15. And when we were ready to go on board, they announced that some 60 other planes were already in line for take-off and that we'd be sitting on the tarmac for awhile. It's going to be a long night. Luckily, only 29 people were booked for the flight on a plane that can hold 137, so at least we could all spread out and try to relax a bit. Or so we thought.
Once everyone was on board, the pilot came into the cabin and told us to expect a bumpy ride for the last two thirds of the flight. He said we'd be flying along the outer bands of Hanna and that he'd have to keep the "fasten seatbelt" light on for most of the way. It's just a few hours from the time Ed says the storm will make landfall between Myrtle Beach, South Carolina and Wilmington, North Carolina.
Well, we were only about 15 minutes in the air, with the flight attendants already serving snacks, when the pilot suddenly ordered them to take their seats right away. We had flown into heavy rain and the ride was going to get bumpy sooner than we thought. After about another 15 minutes and reaching our cruising altitude of 36,000 feet, it smoothed out enough for them to resume their service and I now have a Diet Coke and a bag of peanuts in hand. But the pilot was right about it being a bumpy ride. It was nothing too severe until about halfway through the flight. We really started to bounce around quite a bit, making it even difficult for me to type. And I'm not one who deals well with severe motion, so I'm going to stop for a little while.
Okay. I'm back. And I can tell you the pilot's prediction that this flight would be bumpy was an understatement. Bumpy describes a ride on the back roads between Topton and Alburtis. Most of this flight would qualify as a thrill ride at Dorney. And there would be signs warning people with heart problems and expectant women not to ride.
About a half-hour before we were expected to land, the pilot gave us an update. It appeared we had broken out of the stormy weather and that it should be smooth flying the rest of the way to Orlando. Thankfully, he was right. We're now safely on the ground. Disney World, here I come. After a long, good night's sleep, of course. Sweet dreams.





After McCain's speech, I managed to work my way over to Pennsylvania Republican Party Chairman Bob Gleason just as he carefully climbed onto a chair and removed the state delegation's sign from its metal pole. Unfortunately, I was standing too close for the picture because the pole then came down and hit me on the head. It hurt, but I'm OK. Just add it to the list battle scars I'm taking home with me from the last two weeks.
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