The small white dog and I are on the sofa. We are coasting toward the end of the day.
We live in amazing times! What I did today is a true marvel of modern life. I spent the morning and early afternoon with my folks and was home in time to watch some TV with Helaine.
I flew down Bradley-Baltimore-West Palm Beach. Today John and Alyce drove me south as I returned Ft. Lauderdale-Bradley.
I saw the largest bag of airplane candy ever. Unless you’re throwing a party on the plane, why? I am a major candy eater and even I went, “Whoa!”
M&M’s you are a trailblazer!
I am the scruffy and fidgety flier today. I haven’t shaved since Friday.
I have no idea what the woman on the aisle thought? I just wouldn’t sit still. Luckily, middle seat open.
There was no WiFi. I had no printed entertainment. The only thing around was the airline magazine. That doesn’t take long to complete.
During the last hour of the trip I tried to identify where we were by looking at the darkened ground, identifying landmarks (mainly city lights and roads) and remembering maps. I probably look at maps a little more than you. (Click the map. It’s a 3D view of the flightpath from FlightAware.com)
I watched Long Beach Island, NJ go by though it’s only now I realize that’s what it was. I picked up Sandy Hook then looked up into New York Harbor. Low clouds blocked the skyline. Shame.
We headed to the Long Island shore, Brooklyn then Queens. We flew over the Rockaways then headed toward New Haven. Unusual approach to Bradley for me.
The plane flew north just east of I-91. I looked down at a steep angle to see Hartford as we flew directly over the river. 
Just past the Bissell Bridge we turned left and landed on Runway 33.
Uneventful. Thank you Sully.
I’m still on vacation until Sunday. Hopefully there will be more to keep me busy.
I will shave tomorrow.