Good morning from Minneapolis International. We are on our way to Milwaukee. Flying from Connecticut to Minneapolis to get to Milwaukee only makes sense to an airline!
The outbound flight was uneventful. Considering all the evil things I’ve heard about Delta recently I was struck by the civility of it all.
“I feel like we’re cheating,” Helaine said as we walked by the Southwest gates at Bradley. It’s been a while since we’ve been on anything else.
In this modern era of airline travel EVERYTHING is for sale. Helaine had the opportunity to pay to board the plane earlier. They were selling upgrades at the gate. Even the boarding passes were festooned with ads.
We settled into our seats and promptly fell asleep. It was that sitting up, shoes on, can’t move your head, fitful sleep that’s of little value. I only had a few hours in bed last night so I was glad for whatever I got.
At one point after walking, then taking a tram, then walking some more I realized we were on Concourse A. I looked ahead for our gate.
“It’s beyond the horizon,” I told Helaine.
Boarding time. Gotta go.