"It's the end of something I did not want to end"
Part 7: Going home
With a heavy heart & a tear in my eye I left my trusty van in the car park at Dayton airport with the keys in the exhaust pipe. Don't ask me why no one could escort us to the airport, I guess they'd had enough of us! Your correspondent got the flight times wrong & we ended up waiting at Dayton for 3 hours as our plane didn't leave til 4pm not 2. Doh.
This was a real test of endurance & made O'Hare seem like a regular paradise.
The weather was kind & I spend the whole flight with nose pressed against the window. This time I got to see Chicago & it was beautiful. It was a magnificent view of the sprawling city. I could clearly make out Sear's tower (Think that's what it's called!). I managed to get some good photos from the plane. Maybe I'll post one & Gladys can show us where she lives!
Our time at O'Hare was mercifully short & soon we were off.
Now would you believe it, after a few minutes in the air the entertainment system on the plane broke down! So again, no films, no radio, no fuck all.
I had a nightmare flight, everyone else on the plane managed to get to sleep but not I. I just sat there waiting, desperate for a smoke.
When we landed at 6am UK time, I was like a frenzied loony. Baggage claim took FOREVER.
Eventually we were through & I ran outside, passing Round The Chops on the way with just a cursory "need a fag". Just like I had in Chicago a week earlier, I drew in my cigarette smoke and took in all the sights of home. It took about 45 minutes to get from Birmingham airport to Crapsville.
When I walked into my house I had possibly the finest moment of the whole trip.
The Boy (only 11 months old remember) didn't notice me come through the door, I had a hug with Temper Tantrum & then said "hello The Boy".
He whipped round & crawled to me as fast as he could, without any sort of sound or utterance he gave me a cuddle. He held me so tight & he wouldn't let go. It was a wonderful moment & a fitting end to one of the most special times of my life.
And that, my friends, was my American adventure.
With a heavy heart & a tear in my eye I left my trusty van in the car park at Dayton airport with the keys in the exhaust pipe. Don't ask me why no one could escort us to the airport, I guess they'd had enough of us! Your correspondent got the flight times wrong & we ended up waiting at Dayton for 3 hours as our plane didn't leave til 4pm not 2. Doh.
This was a real test of endurance & made O'Hare seem like a regular paradise.
The weather was kind & I spend the whole flight with nose pressed against the window. This time I got to see Chicago & it was beautiful. It was a magnificent view of the sprawling city. I could clearly make out Sear's tower (Think that's what it's called!). I managed to get some good photos from the plane. Maybe I'll post one & Gladys can show us where she lives!
Our time at O'Hare was mercifully short & soon we were off.
Now would you believe it, after a few minutes in the air the entertainment system on the plane broke down! So again, no films, no radio, no fuck all.
I had a nightmare flight, everyone else on the plane managed to get to sleep but not I. I just sat there waiting, desperate for a smoke.
When we landed at 6am UK time, I was like a frenzied loony. Baggage claim took FOREVER.
Eventually we were through & I ran outside, passing Round The Chops on the way with just a cursory "need a fag". Just like I had in Chicago a week earlier, I drew in my cigarette smoke and took in all the sights of home. It took about 45 minutes to get from Birmingham airport to Crapsville.
When I walked into my house I had possibly the finest moment of the whole trip.
The Boy (only 11 months old remember) didn't notice me come through the door, I had a hug with Temper Tantrum & then said "hello The Boy".
He whipped round & crawled to me as fast as he could, without any sort of sound or utterance he gave me a cuddle. He held me so tight & he wouldn't let go. It was a wonderful moment & a fitting end to one of the most special times of my life.
And that, my friends, was my American adventure.
And that's what Flash thinks today @ 02:48
3 Comments:
At 4:18 am,
Anonymous said…
Yeah, I was gonna mention the whole O'Hare aspect of the trip...poor man. That place is hell. I advise every Chicago-bound person I know to fly into Midway, which sucks much less.
Okay--now about those pictures. See the Sears Tower? See the lake? If you look directly past the Sears Tower, along a line directly perpendicular to the lake, I'm the one about four miles off, in the red shirt. :::waving:::
Great story!
At 6:42 pm,
Charby said…
awww, bless what a cute end to the tales.
At 10:52 pm,
Anonymous said…
DoJ wrote...
Great story matey-peep!
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