Going Nowhere

I’d planned to be in Colorado this past weekend for the Second Annual Tribute to Western Movie Days.  Books were shipped overnight to the Museum of the West in Montrose and I was sent an itinerary to follow during my visit.  The original True Grit was filmed there and I was looking forward to visiting the sight.  Delta cancelled the scheduled flight to the location and booked me on another flight going out the following morning at 6:20 a.m..  However, the flight was oversold and the chances of my getting an actual seat on the plane were slim to none.  The best the airlines could do was to fly me standby which entailed me sitting around the airport for a couple of days.  Once it was clear I wasn’t getting out of Sacramento I decided to forget the trip all together.  I couldn’t help but think that my time would be better spent back at my office working.  So, that’s where I ended up.  Maybe next year if the directors of the event will still have me.  After spending hour upon hour at the airport I learned a few things.  Flying in this country has turned into an amazingly arduous process, especially boarding the plane, which has now become this tedious Bataan death march with American Tourister overnight bags.   There’s a lot of terrorism in the air, but you know when you walk through the terminal and see the crack security people manning the perimeter, I think we all sleep the sleep of angels.  The woman working the X-ray machine had the attention span of Boo Radley.  She had a channel flicker and was watching baggage from other airports for crying out loud!  If all goes well this week I’m off to Montana Friday.  I’ll be at Billings, Garryowen, and Bozeman.  I hope I get a seat.  I’ll be attempting to fly out on Delta again.  If I don’t make it right away, you’ll find me waiting around the Sacramento airport eating my weight in Cinnabons.