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Feb. 3rd, 2003 09:47 pmOur trip to Florida for my Grandma's 75th birthday was a great success. We spent many happy minutes (not hours, unfortunately) on the ocean shore basking in partial sun or twilight.
My relatives were all there, and it was wonderful to see them all again, and meet many of them I'd never met. Several of our horses won, and it was just perfect.
On the way home, though, we learned a valuable lesson. Do not fly into BWI on Sunday night. We waited almost an hour for our luggage to come out, and then at least an hour waiting for the parking shuttle to the daily garage.
Next time, I think we'll do the two hour layover in Atlanta instead. No matter how crummy Atlanta could be (I've never been there), it has to be better than waiting 2 hours for luggage and the parking shuttle, and then having to drive an hour to get home. The local (small) airport here is about 20-25 minutes away, but you can walk easily to all of the parking and it is *never* busy.
I picked up Bran at the kennel, just as they finished grooming him. I was so happy to see him, and he looks just great. He's slept almost all day though, I guess the bath was just too exciting.
I'm deeply saddened by the Columbia disaster; I can't readily express my feelings in a semi-public forum like this. I longed to be an astronaut for most of my childhood. I played flight simulators on the computer, I read everything I could find on space, and I went to Space Camp. I knew, early on, that I couldn't be a pilot or a commander, unfortunately, my vision just isn't good enough.
I intended to go to the United States Air Force Academy, and that seemed a good route to possible astronaut training (as a mission or payload specialist) down the road. Unfortunately, my mother would not tolerate the idea of her son in the armed forces, and she did everything in her power to keep me from going.
The good news is that it looks like my cousin Alex is going to go to West Point, and I couldn't be happier for him. Perhaps my dream will live on, through him.
In any case, I stand 100% behind the U.S. Space Program, I believe and have faith that we will continue in the path cut by such daring pioneers. I know that in a society raised on spaceships and warp drive, we will not lose our nerve and heroic spirit. We will fight on, to conquer the largest frontier mankind has ever known.
My relatives were all there, and it was wonderful to see them all again, and meet many of them I'd never met. Several of our horses won, and it was just perfect.
On the way home, though, we learned a valuable lesson. Do not fly into BWI on Sunday night. We waited almost an hour for our luggage to come out, and then at least an hour waiting for the parking shuttle to the daily garage.
Next time, I think we'll do the two hour layover in Atlanta instead. No matter how crummy Atlanta could be (I've never been there), it has to be better than waiting 2 hours for luggage and the parking shuttle, and then having to drive an hour to get home. The local (small) airport here is about 20-25 minutes away, but you can walk easily to all of the parking and it is *never* busy.
I picked up Bran at the kennel, just as they finished grooming him. I was so happy to see him, and he looks just great. He's slept almost all day though, I guess the bath was just too exciting.
I'm deeply saddened by the Columbia disaster; I can't readily express my feelings in a semi-public forum like this. I longed to be an astronaut for most of my childhood. I played flight simulators on the computer, I read everything I could find on space, and I went to Space Camp. I knew, early on, that I couldn't be a pilot or a commander, unfortunately, my vision just isn't good enough.
I intended to go to the United States Air Force Academy, and that seemed a good route to possible astronaut training (as a mission or payload specialist) down the road. Unfortunately, my mother would not tolerate the idea of her son in the armed forces, and she did everything in her power to keep me from going.
The good news is that it looks like my cousin Alex is going to go to West Point, and I couldn't be happier for him. Perhaps my dream will live on, through him.
In any case, I stand 100% behind the U.S. Space Program, I believe and have faith that we will continue in the path cut by such daring pioneers. I know that in a society raised on spaceships and warp drive, we will not lose our nerve and heroic spirit. We will fight on, to conquer the largest frontier mankind has ever known.
