Another 48 hours...

Flew into Gary/Chicago International Airport this weekend to see mom & co. I drank a lot of miller lite. I don't even really like miller lite. I guess its not so bad. Anyway, I'm back in the FLA and I'm ready to rock. I need to sleep....

Oh, but about GYY. This airport has 1 gate. One. Uno. Well, correction, 1 jetway, one gate that leads to a stairway. They also have hand-written boarding cards. The plane that flies out of there to Sanford, FLA, is probably older than my brother Bob. This thing had to have the ashtrays welded shut in the armrests.... who still flies planes with ashtrays??? How old does a plane have to be??? I did, however meet some nice people on the plane from South Bend. Not Notre Dame fans. Which is blastphome. The wife said I was a nice looking boy with a good head on my shoulder.... before we pulled back from the gate..... and I was the last one on the plane. She said I looked like a celebrity (to appear in the next ramblings post).

All in all, good times. Great to see Rico, Jason, Cari and all the other cousins that could be there. God Bless the open bar.