by Pa Rock
Weary Grandpa
I was on the road well before daylight today riding a bus across Toronto and on to the Lester Pearson Airport. The large Air Canada passenger jet that I eventually boarded hauled me and many others directly from Toronto to Phoenix. (I know, it's even hard for me to believe a planeload of people, many of whom were Canadians, would actually want to come to Phoenix - but life if full of the incomprehensible!) The flight was about four-and-a-half hours, and my window seat gave me a bird's-eye-view of much of the United States - the eastern half of which was spectacularly green and beautiful, and the western half of which was Arizona brown.
I had such a nice time on my trip - seeing sons, grandchildren, my sister, nieces and nephews and their children, and a host of old friends. I just wish travel wasn't so hard and flying wasn't such a base indignity.
Tim, Erin, and Baby Olive are talking about coming to see me and taking AmTrak instead of flying. The train has a route from Kansas City to Flagstaff, and I could pick them up there for the drive down into the Valley of Hell. I love traveling by train - it is everything that airline travel isn't - calm, peaceful and relaxing - and a great way to see the country.
I am still hyped from the premier of The Brass Teapot. It was such a rush seeing my youngest son standing on the stage with the director, a raft of producers, and even some of the actors - answering questions and telling anecdotes about how the movie came about. Every parent should have an experience like that!
And my other two children are pretty damned special also!
Weary Grandpa
I was on the road well before daylight today riding a bus across Toronto and on to the Lester Pearson Airport. The large Air Canada passenger jet that I eventually boarded hauled me and many others directly from Toronto to Phoenix. (I know, it's even hard for me to believe a planeload of people, many of whom were Canadians, would actually want to come to Phoenix - but life if full of the incomprehensible!) The flight was about four-and-a-half hours, and my window seat gave me a bird's-eye-view of much of the United States - the eastern half of which was spectacularly green and beautiful, and the western half of which was Arizona brown.
I had such a nice time on my trip - seeing sons, grandchildren, my sister, nieces and nephews and their children, and a host of old friends. I just wish travel wasn't so hard and flying wasn't such a base indignity.
Tim, Erin, and Baby Olive are talking about coming to see me and taking AmTrak instead of flying. The train has a route from Kansas City to Flagstaff, and I could pick them up there for the drive down into the Valley of Hell. I love traveling by train - it is everything that airline travel isn't - calm, peaceful and relaxing - and a great way to see the country.
I am still hyped from the premier of The Brass Teapot. It was such a rush seeing my youngest son standing on the stage with the director, a raft of producers, and even some of the actors - answering questions and telling anecdotes about how the movie came about. Every parent should have an experience like that!
And my other two children are pretty damned special also!
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