Friday, January 10, 2014

First Five Fragments for Friday

Your weekly offering of writing/art prompts.

This morning was a rush, a blur, a fragmented conversation, excited dogs, packed suitcases, and early morning traffic. No wonder this blog did not appear before noon.

Today's topic is five things about driving to the airport.

1. Are you wearing a belt?
2. Does deodorant have to go in the quart-sized bag?
3. There are a lot of Somali taxi drivers in the Twin Cities.
4. It's 50 degrees in Kentucky. Yeah, and it's 60 degrees in San Diego.
5. How long is considered a long time in the security line?

And now you sort of know what I did this morning. But I am still here in Minnesota. I was the shuttle for three people, two heading to San Diego, California, and one heading to La Grange, Kentucky. One of the things that struck me was the chatter in the car on the way to the airport. One of my passengers was a first-time flier. I thought back to my first flight when I was 19 and flew to St. Louis for one day with two co-workers. The flight from Minneapolis to St. Louis was a new route, the promotional fares were cheap, and we could go down there in the morning, return that night. We shopped, ate, drank, visited the Arch. We came home late, satisfied that we'd had an adventure.

But flying was much easier then. There weren't so many restrictions, so many security people who profiled passengers. It was more fun to arrive at the airport and wait for your plane to take off in an atmosphere that felt more innocent.

I guess it can still be fun; it's just different now. People are wary, impatient. So, it was nice to have a car filled with people excited to take off, to fly to a desirable place.

Where do you long to go now that the holidays are over and January has a firm grip on your psyche?

Happy Friday. Enjoy a journey somewhere soon.

loading luggage at Minneapolis/St. Paul International Airport


Waiting to board


photos by KCMickelson.





10 comments:

  1. Heh. The first time I ever flew I got on a plane to Italy and didn't come back for 6 months. An interesting introduction to flying. At least flying out of Gillette security is short and sweet. Never more than 10 minutes. DIA after getting bumped from my flight and returning the next morning, an hour twenty minutes in line and I thought that was speedy. My only memory of Minneapolis airport was running from one side to the other to catch a plane. I don't remember a thing other than I must have been in shape then. We made the flight. :)

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    1. I love that your first flight took you all the to Italy!

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  2. I long to go to bed. For a looooong, uninterrupted sleep.
    I am not a fan of flying. Given my druthers, I would like to go back to Antarctica. On a ship - despite being vilely seasick. A girl can dream. A girl should dream.

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    1. I agree - dreams are a must! I definitely would prefer to fly over being on a ship.

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  3. I long for a warm place with lots of sunshine.

    I'll be at the airport this week, dropping the son off for his return flight to Boston. Insert sad mom face here. I don't know when I'll next see him, but it could be a long, long time as he's accepted a summer internship in Boston.

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    1. My husband and daughter are the two who are in San Diego right now...they are very much enjoying the California sun. Congrats on your son's internship; maybe it's time for you to go to Boston?

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  4. I hate flying...but I love travelling, so my GP gives me a pill for each leg of the journey if I have to take a couple of flights to get to my destination.

    marion

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    1. At least you still go even though you hate the mode of transportation!

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