To misquote some really great music...-- you know the tune, sing along....

"I flew in from (Las Vegas) via (Southwest Air), didn't get to bed last night. All the way the paper bag was on my knee. Man, I had a dreadful flight....."

Well, its only partly true. The flight which should have left at 4:15 left an hour late. About an hour into the flight we came up fast on a huge thunderstorm that must have been hammering the people down in flyoverland somewhere. The pilot came on with what has to be the second or third most clipped request I've ever heard for the flight attendants to sit down and for all of us to buckle up while we 'take a sharp right turn and fly around this storm'. If you've flown a great deal, and are also used to listening to radio communication traffic you know that tone of voice well. I pulled the seat-belt tight, closed my eyes and managed to keep my lunch to myself for the next twenty minutes or so during what had to be in the top 5 of worst turbulence I've ever experienced. It may have been the worst but I'm not sure. Flying as I was near the back in this little 737 it felt like we were being tossed around a great deal. On top of the typical up and down drafts, we had more side angle movement then I can recall ever experiencing. The rest of the trip wasn't as bad, but wasn't a smooth ride by any stretch. In nearly 5 hours of flying, I doubt we had the seat-belt sign off for a total of more than an hour. I know it was safe the whole time, I'm well aware of the physics involved. Nonetheless, I find that very uncomfortable.

We landed safely in Manchester, New Hampshire about 1am then baggage claim, and finally a 2 hour drive home. Ugh.

At least its springtime in Maine, finally. Yep, I replaced my broken camera at Fry's.