Saturday, August 27, 2005

Oregon Greetings

So I'm in Oregon right now. I flew out last night after work for a family reunion in Portland.

It was my first trip on jetBlue. The flight was nice and uneventful, and I appreciated that they have DirecTV in every seat so I didn't have to miss Battlestar Galactica.

One of the flight attendants looked so familiar. My brain wrestled with that all the way to Michigan before it hit me. He'd taken me for a different kind of ride back in 1997. Sigh.

Anyway, I arrived in Portland a little bit dazed, as I worked a full day at my office on Wall Street, then took the subway to JFK, took off around 8 p.m. and landed in Portland at 11 p.m. PDT, which was 2 a.m. back home.

My father and grandmother met me at the airport. Here is a transcription of the conversation.

Me: Hi, Dad!

Dad: You're losing your hair.

Me: Hello, Grandmother.

G: Andrew, your grandfather has decided that he does not want to die in Oregon.

Me: [???] So good to see you.

G: When do you have to go back?

Me: Sunday night.

G: Oh, not till Sunday, great. What day is today?

Me: Friday.

G: Oh. And when do you have to go back?

1 comment:

Matthew said...

Ah, the delights of visiting family. I'm curious to hear what happens over the next few days.

Ubrigens, Propecia is a wonderful thing.