Flying and Trying to Get to Vermont

"Ahh, I'll have what he's having!"  What a drag, flight canceled, borrowed a Captain's Safety Chair for me, up to Vail and back.  This was Day #2.

Those microbrews will do the trick.  If only I were going to wake up someplace other than Detroit!

Actually, Detroit's not looking so bad.  People should just live at the airport.  

While awaiting another flight that would be cancelled, I took some Korean lessons from this beautiful man.  "O-ma! (mother), A-pah! (father).  Then it was off to the Westin Detroit Airport for the night.

I'll be honest, by day number three I was not sure I needed anything from my traveling companions.
They were looking ragged so I tried to cheer them up.  

Finally got to Vermont and the arms my Grand Care-takers.  Their weeds are
much more beautiful than my parents' weeds.

Now that's they way to live.  Private swing.  No sharing a hot, unshaded public
swing for this little jet-setter.

And SPLASH down for happy hour.  I guess this is a pool party . . . for one.