Leaving the South after a wonderful visit with family for Thanksgiving and my Grandparents 60th wedding anniversary. Now I’m back in US Airways hands (for the last time…ever) and they have once again shaken me down for another $25 for checking a bag and thrown the guitar on a cart with express delivery to the great unknown. They also managed to find an even smaller plane. In the brilliant words of my girl KC, I sing them at the top of my lungs in my head… NEVER AGAIN!

Ok, drama is subdued. Bought the new Malcolm Gladwell book before I boarded…so I’ll just start readin and stop crying.

Never again….never..

Thanks Kelly

Just when i thought planes couldnt get any smaller is a post from: Rural Minority

The biggest thing to happen to TRM since the Miller Chill… On location at Iron Thunder in Charlotte, NC.

This is Gravedigger doing “Enter Sandman:”

It's all about the wheat.. is a post from: Rural Minority

…by choice. 6:05 flight, straight shot to Charlotte. I’ll be there in time for breakfast with the kin.

4:40am

You know what they put on french fries in Holland?

This is called a caramel moonrover. WHAT?

Ok, quick update. Forced to gate check guitar (she’s as good as gone), taken for $25 for my only bag (so much for the deal on the flight) and I am on the inside of one of the last rows of the smalles plane they’ve got…but I can’t complain.

Maybe this is payback for posting a picture of my coffee cup and thinking anyone gives a shit.

Rural men take the first flight out… is a post from: Rural Minority