11:05 p.m., Sunday, September 5.
That’s it. Summer’s over. It’s official. Most of you have a holiday tomorrow, but I’m at JFK waiting to board a flight for a business trip.
I’m not ready for this.
Even the airline isn’t ready. They’ve been kind enough to delay my flight four hours, so that means a 3:15 a.m. departure. Sounds fun, right? I learned a new phase this summer – it is what it is. And folks, it is what it is.
I know Terminal 7 at JFK like the back of my hand, but tonight, it’s all Terminal 4. For the record, I’ll take lucky #7 any day.
Here’s what I want to know:
IF this what people wear when they go someplace, what do they wear when they are at home?
AND, if they have packed all of this crap in half a dozen suitcases, what have they left at home?
Please also remember, carry on bags ARE NOT REQUIRED.
And please, GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS when you are going to through security. Please. I worry about the father of two that takes four trips through a metal detector. How much can you carry in your cargo shorts and your fanny pack?
It took an hour-and-a-half to get through check-in and security, and I felt the need to find a chapel to pray to sweet baby Jesus just to make this a little easier. I found it. Right next to the lounge. And I chose the lounge. And a diet coke.
Now, I feel better.
As a whole, it was a terrific summer.
Good sun. Great meals. Family time. Friend time. Old friends. New friends. Favorite places. New places. And if you happen to have been part of one or more of those, thank you.
Let's do it again.