Caio Arizona!

We left Arizona at 11:55 am. Our first flight was headed to Philadelphia…a place of which I’ve never been, but never had much desire to go to. Either way, that’s where we were headed. A miracle almost occurred before the plane took off. Hank and I were in a row of 3 seats on a fully booked aircraft. We were one of the last to board, so naturally I was excited when I saw that no one was sitting in the seat next to me. It was time to leave and I was all cheery with the thought of having 2 seats all to myself, plus the empty seat was by the window! At last, I heard the doors of the plane shut, and then I saw him. He was wearing a pin striped fedora, adorned with feathers and an alligator (or dinosaur) hat glued to the top of it. This was to be my seat companion for the next 4 hours. My new friend, of whom I never did catch his name, turned out to be the most interesting person I’ve met in some time. We chatted about this and that and he read my tarot cards, which was really cool. I mean really, who gets their tarot cards read by a 24 year old wearing a gator fedora on a flight to Philadelphia. Anyway, so I didn’t sleep on that flight, which is out of my normal passing out on every train, plane and automobile that I get on routine. During our layover in Philadelphia, Hank and I had cheese steaks. On our way back, I must get myself a Paddy’s Pub shirt.