My oldest son, 15 and I, were headed out on a whirlwind trip to see some of the fine art of Europe on a 12 day spree. I have flown a few times before and I love it. Clay, on the other hand, had never flown and was pretty apprehensive. I was hoping he'd share my love of the air and I didn't want to give him any nerve calmers to make him too groggy to remember it. We did a lot of talking and deep breathing in the airport prior to boarding. He was happy to see that the first plane was, what I call, a puddle jumper. I prefer the larger ones. I just feel safer, I guess. Anyway, the first flight was just a quick 2 hour from Nashville to New York's JFK. He did pretty good.
We barely had enough time in JFK to grab a bite to eat and hop on our jumbo jet to London. I'd never even been on a plane this size and I was excited! I thought surely there would be enough room for me to stretch out for a little snooze on the 6 hour flight. We were leaving New York at 4PM and landing in London at 6AM and hitting the ground running with the tour. After getting comfy, the flight attendants came around with beverages and informed us that dinner would be served soon. Great, then I could settle in. I lifted up my own personal tv screen and scrolled through the movies, deciding on The Lego Movie! I put in my earbuds and waited for supper. My "seat mate" did not have it in his mind to settle in as quickly as I did. He was up and down 3 times before the plane ever took off, and he had the window seat, while I was on the extended aisle. The whole time the flight attendants were going back and forth, they were bumping my armrest. One of them jokingly said I would need a drink before the flight was over.
Finally, some grub.


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