On The Road Again
Sunday night I landed in Atlanta and experieced an American pastime...luggage problems. For some reason, my bags were taken out of the plane late and I thought they were lost.
I wasn't the only one. The Delta Airlines luggage service department had a line out the door. Luckily, I got my bags, but not before a lot of screaming, damning, and cursing.
The flight was OK, although there was a delay that lasted over an hour. Sitting next to me was a 21 year old woman from Atlanta, who has the honor of being the first person to ask me if I was in New York on September 11th. I think I'm going to get a lot of that while I'm on the road.
I met my partners, Ross, who is from upstate New York, and Israel, who is from Idaho. Should be a fun trip.