Stranger on a plane


As many if you know, the last week has been a trying time for me and my family.

Last Wednesday, Bruno, our family chihuahua passed away. He had been with us six years. Not as long as he should have been with us, but long enough for him to have left an indelible mark on my soul. I miss him. He wasn’t a well behaved dog, but he really was a good friend.

Thursday started my family’s vacation. We have many activities planned. The first of which is a trip to see family in Pennsylvania. We left the house at 4:00 this morning to catch the early flight to Philly.

The plan was to catch the connecting flight in Houston. As we arrived, a thunderstorm closed down the airport for the next two hours.

This would have been bad enough, however, the airline had decided to sit us all separately. Luckily, I got them to move the little prince next to his mom, but my older boy and I are each sitting solo on an oversold 737. In fact, I’m sitting in seat B (yes, middle) between to large gentlemen who were unwilling to let a dad sit by his son. Dinks.

So, yes, although I have stolen the name of this post directly from Tee Morris, I truly do feel like a stranger today.

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~ by odin1eye on 7 July, 2009.

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