The Queen and I have had our Minnesota lake place since 1994. Our neighbors to the north had a son born two years earlier and I've watched him grow and prosper. As a lad I took him fishing and on hikes. We'd sit around the campfire and talk along with his buddies who came up from The Cities when he was older.
I've watched him play basketball in high school and followed his golfing career in which he became good enough to win a golf scholarship at a major university.
His name is Tyler and he's getting married in the beautiful community of Stillwater Minnesota on November the thirteenth. Ty has many times called me his 3rd grandpa. Of course, I'll be at the wedding; wouldn't miss it.
In the old days I would have driven the 14 hours but since I'm at that stage where driving to the local gas station wears me out I decided to fly Southwest. I'll land in the wretched airport in Minneapolis and drive the thirty minutes to the wedding venue.
I'm one of those guys who looks for the cheapest airfares. I could never figure out why a flight to the same town can cost $440 one way and one leaving an hour later goes for $120 but now I know.
My trip begins in Columbus on the 12th of November and I fly out at 10:40 am. When I bought the ticket I did notice it read two stops. That's sort of silly since it's a one hour direct flight but, golly, the trip was only two sawbucks over a hundred so I went for it.
Someone slap me, please.! The flight sort of goes to Minneapolis in a round about way. I fly to Tampa, Florida then onto The Cites, right? Wrong. From Tampa I'll go to Houston, Texas and then to the land of 10,000 taxes. When I realized what had happened the first thought I had was, "I'll be wearing that damned mask all day long."
Coming back on the 14th isn't quite so bad since I only have one layover; that being Baltimore. Gee, I hope I don't get shot.
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