Sitting in the San Diego airport, where our flight back to
JFK has been delayed four hours due to forecasted thunderstorms back in New
York. This is one of the primary reasons I so dislike air travel and I feel so
fortunate that I don’t have to do this on a regular basis. My traveling
companions are my two younger children; my wife is still in San Diego, getting
ready for a cross-country drive back with our oldest son, once his internship
out here is done. It’s times like these that you realize how addicted to “connection”
this younger generation is. Younger generation? Ha! Really, all of us are. Oh. Did I mention? The Wifi
in this airport stinks! My daughter Natalie was smart enough to download videos
to her phone, so she’s OK. My younger son, James? Not so much on the planning
ahead thing. Which has led to the following whining siren call of an angry
12-year-old, wanting to watch Fortnite vids all afternoon: “No Wifi for four hours? What am I
supposed to DO all that time!” Never mind that I brought a library book for him
to read (pfffft, yeah RIGHT?). Or, he
could do what we did back in the prehistoric times when I was a kid: Stare out
the window at airplanes, and be bored. No such luck. Swell. Hopefully, we’ll get home by the
end of the week …
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