It’s 10:00 PM. Helaine and I should be on a plane approaching Milwaukee. Instead, the plane is over Western Kansas and we’re in SoCal.
We were headed cheeseward on the occasion of my niece Melissa’s daughter’s naming. Grand niece, right?
She’s really adorable and I’m sure I’m already her favorite uncle. If not, please fix that.
Thank you Arizona criminals!
It all started around 2:30 at a Tempe, Arizona gas station. A fight there turned to gunplay with one man critically injured. The perps took off.
Cops quickly spotted them speeding from the scene. These guys weren’t giving up easily. They hit the gas hard until the police were forced to back off for safety.
They were next seen at Phoenix’s Sky Harbor Airport. Two of the suspects, a man and a woman, were quickly arrested. The third guy, shirtless for easy identification, ran into Terminal 4.
Shirtless! Was he hoping to get on COPS?
Terminal 4 is where Southwest’s TPA-DEN-SMF-SNA-PHX-AUS Flight 4661 usually makes its next to last stop.
We were ready to board at John Wayne when the gate agent told us to sit, Phoenix was closed!
First Southwest delayed the flight. Then they cancelled. They pulled the trigger very quickly on what looked to be a full load. Surprising.
Within seconds nearly everyone at Gate 16 reached for their pockets. We got emails. We got texts.
I tapped in Southwest’s number.
“We can call you back in 12-17 minutes,” the not-really-a-woman on the phone said.
I pressed one for yes.
Forty five minutes later they called back.
We were stuck. Christina, Stef’s best friend, is scheduled to stay here Sunday night . This Milwaukee trip was already squeezed into the tiniest possible space.
We picked up Doppler at the sitter and came home.
We will reschedule soon. We’ve got a great niece to see and my folks, plus Trudi and Jeff’s three generations.
Oh, and Phoenix suspect… on behalf all the people inconvenienced by your stupid, violent act and on behalf of the poor man you sent to the hospital, don’t get your hopes up for character witnesses.
John Wayne Airport claims to be located in Santa Ana, but it’s really in a complex governmental no-man’s land. No one calls it Santa Ana, probably because Santa Ana is poor. That’s not very comforting.
The airport is commonly referred to as Orange County or John Wayne.
Because the magnetic field of the Earth changes ever so slightly from year-to-year, this summer they had to renumber runway 1R-19L and 1L-19R to 2-20 left and right. Honest.