A Boomer’s Guide to Embracing New Ideas – Flexibility

As Winter Storm Gia was in the process of depositing a foot of snow on our home in Missouri, my wife & I landed safely in sunny south Florida.  Temperature – a balmy 74 degrees.  We walked smiling into the sunshine outside the terminal, joining a phalanx of people waiting for or looking for transportation

My plan was to impress my wife by summoning a ride from Uber on my phone.  Our very first Uber ride!  Inputting our location and our desired destination on the Uber app, I awaited a response.

Then I awaited some more

Finally, I got the following response:

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So much for impressing my wife.

On to Plan B.

We dragged our luggage a few feet to the airport shuttle desk.

Within minutes we were aboard a van with a very personable driver with great depth perception who maneuvered our van skillfully in and around traffic while telling funny stories. My wife and I, leading edge Baby Boomers, were the youngest passengers on the van.

Check-in at the Marriott Beachplace Tower went smoothly and an hour after our plane touched down we were gazing in awe at the turquoise Atlantic from our 17th floor balcony.  My wife was duly impressed.  That may have been influenced somewhat by the tasty fruity drinks they kept handing her while I checked-in.  I suspect some fermentation may have been involved in their making.

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Pictured – My wife, Val  – Not-pictured – Winter Storm Gia

On our minds were our friends who were going to join us a day later. They were scheduled to fly out of Kansas City the next morning with Gia still snarling traffic and disrupting air travel.

To paraphrase Forrest Gump’s mommy “January weather in Missouri is like a box of chocolates – you never know what you are going to get.”

 

 

 

Gia – It’s So Good to See Ya (In the Rearview Mirror)

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Dawn from inside Lambert Airport in St. Louis with Winter Storm Gia quickly approaching

Six months ago I decided it might be nice to miss a little of Missouri’s January weather and booked a getaway for my wife and I in Fort Lauderdale.  Though we prefer road trips, I booked a couple of tickets departing from St. Louis on Southwest Airlines at 8:45 am on  January 11, 2019.

Little did I know when I booked the tickets that we would have unexpected company from far away arriving at our house that same day.

Winter storm Gia began her journey in the Pacific, spreading extreme winter weather across the midsection of the U.S.  Check-in time for her arrival in St. Louis was noon, January 11, 2019.

We actually prefer road trips to flying, but this time I’m glad we made an exception.  First, it is hard to outrun a winter storm in a car.  We’ve tried before and came up short.  Second, my wife has more metal in her from her hips down than most cars leaving the assembly line these days.  Successfully getting through the metal detector usually involves her being the recipient of some serious groping.  We secured “KNOWN TRAVELER NUMBERS” through the TSA a few years ago which have helped.  We are now able to retain most of our clothing & footwear when passing through the metal detector.   AND, the post-metal detector groping of my wife after she invariably sets the metal detector beeping has decreased from the “Honeymoon – First Night” level to the “In a Relationship” level.

We made it to the gate area 90 minutes in advance.  My wife was still in a good mood, which is no gimme after she goes through security.  One time in Kansas City they claimed they found gun powder on her shoes.  Later I discovered they test for nitrates, found in gun powder, but ALSO found in plant fertilizer.  My wife is no stranger to plant fertilizer.  That time ended up in a little room with 3 TSA agents who subjected her to their “pretty sure you are a terrorist” treatment.  Her mood had declined precipitously by the time she rejoined me at the departure gate

I was thrilled to see our plane already at the gate when we arrived.  As we took our seats, I noticed a beautiful red sky in the east. “RED SKY AT MORNING, SAILOR TAKE WARNING!”  Bad weather was imminent.  Our phones began to beep frequently with weather warnings & school closings as Gia approached St. Louis.

As my wife made a final bathroom visit before boarding the plane, a young woman wearing a “BUDWEISER KING OF BEERS” sweatshirt and carrying a cute toddler with a giant red bow in her hair sat down next to our seats.  I wondered if perhaps traveling with a toddler had helped solidify her fondness of Budweiser.

We boarded right on time.  By 9 am we were airborne.

Winter Storm Gia could kiss our contrails.