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Gustav was making a beeline to Louisiana, but started wandering around Jamaica. Now, no one is certain when he will make contact with these American shores.
I like the fact that the weather has chosen to define me. It is an auspicious beginning to the trek.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
And then, along comes Gustav
So, that's how it's gonna be, huh? Make nautical references in a blog post, get a hurricane in real life?
Well, alrighty then. Bring it, Sister Earth.
I'm flying out of Louis Armstrong (I see skies of blue, my ass) International Airport, New Orleans, La., on Sept. 6, but Gustav -- sitting on Haiti right now as a tropical storm, but expected to get back up to fighting weight and onto attack coordinates tomorrow -- may make my plans irrelevant.
It really is no big deal. So what if I spend another couple of days in Baton Rouge ... on a friend's couch, or in a shelter. That's my kind of travel.
I expect not to expect.
Business travelers get in a panic when snow in Great Falls screws up schedules in Tucson. I get another cardboard muffin.
Vacation travelers freak when their flight is overbooked (and they are not already on the plane). I just volunteer for the bump when the price gets right.
NOTE TO AIRLINE OFFICIALS: Nothing less than a free round trip somewhere and a room for the night is gonna make me raise my hand. Throw in a couple of meals, though, and dispense with the suspense. You got yourself an open seat.
It's not even that I never travel on a deadline. I do. But, I can't stop the snow in Great Falls and I sure can't stop the gods of capitalism. All I can do is expect not to expect.
And, I do that very well.
Well, alrighty then. Bring it, Sister Earth.
I'm flying out of Louis Armstrong (I see skies of blue, my ass) International Airport, New Orleans, La., on Sept. 6, but Gustav -- sitting on Haiti right now as a tropical storm, but expected to get back up to fighting weight and onto attack coordinates tomorrow -- may make my plans irrelevant.
It really is no big deal. So what if I spend another couple of days in Baton Rouge ... on a friend's couch, or in a shelter. That's my kind of travel.
I expect not to expect.
Business travelers get in a panic when snow in Great Falls screws up schedules in Tucson. I get another cardboard muffin.
Vacation travelers freak when their flight is overbooked (and they are not already on the plane). I just volunteer for the bump when the price gets right.
NOTE TO AIRLINE OFFICIALS: Nothing less than a free round trip somewhere and a room for the night is gonna make me raise my hand. Throw in a couple of meals, though, and dispense with the suspense. You got yourself an open seat.
It's not even that I never travel on a deadline. I do. But, I can't stop the snow in Great Falls and I sure can't stop the gods of capitalism. All I can do is expect not to expect.
And, I do that very well.
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