Monthly Archive for October, 2010

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I Wish We Could Drive to Barbados – The Crap of Flying

I Wish We Could Drive to Barbados – The Crap of Flying

I Wish We Could Drive to Barbados – The Crap of Flying

Driving isn’t the hassle it used to be. As a matter of fact, aside that I can’t drive 500 miles an hour, I actually prefer to road trip now.

Airplane travel just isn’t as fun as it used to be. It’s not terrible because we fly Southwest Airlines almost exclusively. And they are mostly leisure travelers that aren’t in The Big Rush.

But since Southwest doesn’t fly to Barbados yet, we will be flying American Airlines from Miami. No doubt this flight will be loaded with tourists also. No doubt there will beĀ  some will be over-imbibed passengers.

And the foreigners.

Not surprisingly, most of the air travel annoyances are not under the control of the airlines. They are TSA annoyances.

Thanks to the Oatmeal, over the next few hours, while we are winging our way over vast expanses of water on Oceanic-American, these are the little things that will get our vacation off to a flying start.

Geeky Animated Gif Monday

Bambi season opens soon – beware of running Mommie Deerest.

Transition from Golfer to Fisher Starts

I’m not giving up golf.

But I am taking up fishing. I got started today on accumulating the thousands of dollars of fishing gear needed to look like I know what I am doing.

Golfers have it pretty easy:

  • Dress up in some Loudmouth Pants

  • Snag a killer golf cart

  • and get a snazzy bag

  • to hold some used golf clubs

  • and the golfer is good to go.

Looking good on the way from the pro shop to the first tee is paramount. After the first shot that only goes 18 feet, nobody cares about the details of which ball you are using or if you shoes are spikeless or if your clubs are the latest brand name.

But fisher people have it much tougher when it comes to the equipment. I’m just learning, but I will keep you updated.

Today I made my first purchase and hooked my first catch. Within minutes of each other.

I bought a fishing pole at a yard sale for $3.oo and hooked myself as I put the pole next to the yak in the car.

Owie.