Friday night was the start of the 2-day Men’s Conference at Denton Bible Church. And for the 900 men gathered to worship, 50-60 of us decided to give a go at singing a couple songs for the event. The 5 weeks of rehearsals leading up to the Conference was a great time of musical fellowship and we didn’t sound half bad…at least from my ear’s vantage point. As any obsessed photographer does, you always look for your next picture. If Kendall (our director standing at the pulpit) finds out that I snuck an iPhone picture from the risers he might … Continue reading The Harmony Daily Cap (51)
The Royals had a spa day yesterday, getting a bath and haircut, and then felt a bit protective today in the 70 degree weather… The Princess Zoey taking in a lovely afternoon on the patio…. Neither Squirrels nor Mr. Kitty are welcome in our backyard… Prince Peaty on the move… The Princess was willing to play tag with the Prince…. Settling in on the living room chair for the evening…. Continue reading The Scotties Daily Cap(s) (47)
On this 10 degree morning, I managed to find my camera, grab a coat, start the car (but not let it get fully warmed up), assure Dad I had not gone bezerk overnight, leave the house half dressed in nightwear and half in not-so-warm street clothes, scrape the frost from the windows, and drive a couple miles to get to a sunrise vantage point early enough for this…. Ok then…wait a few minutes, move a bit, adjust a camera setting or two, and find a different look for the same sunrise. Ya know, despite bearing the temperature extremes and livelihood … Continue reading The Chilly Daily Cap(s) (34)
Even Charlie Brown could appreciate our Christmas tree this year. And even the coldest of spirit, mind, and body can be warmed this day. Continue reading A Merry Christmas
simply simply Continue reading But a Few Hours with Lincoln
A Facebook friend shared this post and it was just to good not to pass on. When all the “roundaround” of the week has given you a high step and shuffle kick in the rear, this video helps put a perspective on the fun of just living in the moment (and I caution that the video end is a bit direct…funny, but maybe not necessarily for anyone in a non-dancing “prude mood”). Continue reading The Runaround Reaction
“American Airlines Flight 634 Passenger Timothy May, please check in at the gate”
Oh geez! Now what? Bumped? No…I have my boarding pass already. I’m only called ‘Timothy’ when I’m at the doctor”s office.
Wait a minute…did I push some “surrender-my-seat” option at the self check-in kiosk? Oh ‘Timothy’, just go see what they want for crying out loud….
“Good morning Mr. May. Are you traveling alone?”
“You have a center seat in coach, row 13…”
“May I have your boarding pass?”
“Ahhhh sure…yeah…here you go”
“We will be upgrading your seat today to First Class”
“Holy cow! I’ve never flown ‘First Class’ before
She looked at me, I’m sure she was making a mental note of my age (certainly not my charm) and said: “well it’s about time you do”
OK Tim(othy). Go sit back down…try to curtail the happy feet dancing along the way.
A few minutes later: “Attention travelers. We will now begin our boarding of Flight 634 to Washington Reagan. All first class passengers may now board at this time”
‘Dup-de-dup, yo-de-doe….oh my gosh….that’s me! I’m ‘First Class’. Wait…wait damn it…hold on…’
Tim(othy)! Come on man…gather your stuff – hurry up. “Wait for me, I”m coming”.
Originally I was supposed to be boarding with Group 3 (as FS once said, several years ago, when about getting on a really cheap, cheap, cheap flight to NYC to see his favorite sister, “am I in the cargo bay with the farms animals?”). Y’all know that feeling being in “Group 3 or greater, right?
The pilot greeted me. Wait…what, the pilot? OK, sir. Let me assume the pre-flight checklist is done, you’ve walked around the plane and touched a few movable airplane parts to be sure, and now you’re just small-talking with the likes of us. So I asked him about the rain on the east coast. With confidence he said it would be moved out of DC by the time we arrive.
“We will probably approach from the north, and down the Potomac. Which side of the aircraft are you sitting?”
“Oh good. You will have a fantastic view of the Washington landmarks as we land”
I was excited and already digging for my stowed camera. I had a window seat!
“Lets see here…let’s find that ‘First Class’ seat…Seats A & B are on my right side…rows 1, 2, 3, 4….here we go. OK Tim(othy), plop yourself into that wide-body seat for crying out loud!”
You know how it is when boarding for coach seating (usually in group 3 or greater for me anyway), there are times when the already-boarded first class passengers stare at you with this seemingly annoyed look about them? It is that look that gives you the feeling they consider coach passengers to be “second class”…yeah?
Well that’s not going to be me, no siree. I smiled politely and cordially at every coach passenger coming on the plane…and not in a “nana, nana, boo, boo I’m in first class” smirk-smile sort of way either I might add.
Now hang on. Who is this very timid looking, older-than-me couple stopping at my my row? Folks…I realize the ‘First Class’ seats are wide, but I also know there will not be room for three of us in these two seats.
In a very soft, polite tone of voice the lady said: “Excuse me Sir. I believe you are in the wrong seat”
“Nooooooo” (actually it was another word) went racing through my head….
“Oh I think not ma’am. I’m in Seat 4A”, as I reached for my boarding pass to prove it.
“OK, well that’s 2 rows up. You are in row 6”
“Oh…really? I am so sorry! You see I just counted four rows back and sat down”
“That’s ok…I don’t know why they the seating starts with row 3”, stated the gentleman.
So why do they start the ‘First Class’ rows with three? Now I must move forward, against the boarding flow of coach passengers, to my ‘First Class’ seat. It is these passengers now looking annoyed with me…they have that look about them..you know it: ‘who is this ya-hoo First Class passenger anyway?’
Yes, I am a ‘First Class’ rookie….
Finally, we’re fastened in and the cabin doors are closed. Up, up and away. First Class! Ahhh yes!
I had no idea the flight attendant would bring so many beverages. Within 10 minutes of takeoff, the guy next to me was asleep. Oh boy, I should have peed before getting on this 3 hour flight!
“Would you like a red or white wine today Mr. May?” What do you mean…I get wine with my lunch? I don’t know if I have ever had wine with my lunch…ever. And, for crying out loud, I had my choice of wines! (Hmmm, maybe I should have asked for a glass of each).
I then started looking for a place to set my drinks, iPhone, and iPad. OK now Tim(othy), you have a college eduction. You can find the tray table if you just stop and assess all the possible and logical locations. Look at the lady across the aisle. Where did she get hers? Oh, they have it all folded up in the arm rest? So how does this work?
Oh and by the way, that little slide-out mobile phone-sized tray on the center console – pregnant idea you airline designer people!
Hot towels – now why in the world are they bringing me these? Ohhhh! Hey, these feel so good on my face. I wonder if they’d mind if I shaved now. No Tim(othy), holster your redneck tendency…come on now, think ‘First Class’ you knucklehead!
Here comes lunch. What? I’m eating off real China dinnerware…at 32,000 feet?
Hey now! There are beets in my salad…and apples and walnuts too. These are foreign ingredients for the salads I usually eat. Olive oil balsamic vinaigrette – wow. This sure isn’t my typical Ranch dressing over Iceberg lettuce.
Lunch was snarfed. An after-lunch beverage is offered (and gladly accepted). So is a mint. ‘First Class’ passengers apparently cannot have bad breath or something.
I wonder if the ‘First Class’ lavatory is equally “First Class”? Well damn if the guy next to me is not back to sleep. Bejesus man, these seats are comfortable and all, but they are not a bed mattress. What’s with this guy? Why isn’t he awake and enjoying all this ‘First Class’ treatment? Hey you, my fellow ‘First Class’ passenger, don’t you know I still gotta pee?
Wait just a minute. No way! Is that the close-your-eyes-and-inhale-long-and-slow heavenly smell of cookies baking filtering through ‘First Class’…at 32,000 ft…on a damn Air-o-plane! It is! “Ma’am, since this gentlemen is asleep, I will gladly hold his cookie until he awakens” (yeah right). A guy could get used to this ‘First Class’ kind of travel p-r-e-t-t-y easy.
Instead of a TV show, today I saw first hand the improvisation of urban youth (and a couple adults too), on a Brooklyn street, with a fire hydrant, in dog-day kind of weather. These boys were having a blast! Continue reading Mischief Spray Park
Normally I refrain from to much cursing on this blog, but “damn”…the fact they charge for such a thing kind of makes the labeling appropriate…. Continue reading Yeah Right!
We had a grand time at the city park in Cedar Park (Texas) on Thursday evening. Lincoln had a bit of fun time at the sand volleyball court, and then came the fireworks. Continue reading Toes in the Sand and Rockets Red Glare