Well, I’m sitting again.  This time on the flight back to Atlanta.  There were more sales pitches this morning, then they hustled us out the door with lunch in a bag to head to the airport.

Seems like everything is delayed into and out of Atlanta.  Ginger and I were able to get booked onto an earlier flight so that we could make our connection.  I’m just hoping our luggage makes it with us.  At least if it’s going to get lost, it will be on the way home.

On the way out Ginger had commented on the number of people that lost their cell phones.  I have now joined those ranks.  Someone was kind enough to dial my number, but of course I had it on vibrate so it didn’t do any good.  I wanted a new phone anyway, but I don’t think this was the way to go about it.

Today is clearer, at least for the time being.  I love looking at the topography.  This time we’re taking a more southerly route, so we are tracking right along the Gulf Coast.  It’s amazing how sparsely populated this sections is – lots of bayou, I guess.  Also lots of water – inlets, rivers with amazing oxbows, and ponds.  Some of these waterways definitely look too straight to be natural.  The prominent ripples on the  lakes indicate how windy it  actually is down there.

I get a better feel for the Mississippi Delta system from the air.  I can see the waterways bifurcating and rejoining in their lazy meander to the Gulf.  We have just flown over New Orleans, and the biggest landmarks are the Superdome and Tulane football stadium.  From the air there is no indication of the delightful decadence of the French Quarter.  Air travel can be a sanctifying agent.

Atlanta is a zoo.  Everthing is delayed, and the crowded frenetic activity is enough to send someone with ADD over the edge.  Of course, our flight is no exception.  It was nearly an hour later than scheduled when we finally got on board for the short flight home.  I was totally, totally exhausted, but it felt so good to be behind the wheel and in control of my own vehicle.