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Appalachian College Association's Berger International Seminar Trip to Bolivia JR's Journal Miami to Greer
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I got up and dressed with the 6:00 call. A crowd of people was waiting for the 6:30 shuttle. The Spanish speaking driver wanted to take everyone in two shifts in the larger of the two vehicles for which he was once again the only driver. This caused an insurrection. While he filled the baggage area, Strom and I put our bags in our seats on the 18-passenger bus, saying we would stand. This started a trend and we managed to get everyone on. I helped the driver by getting airline flight information from everyone and announcing the upcoming stops. Marydale and I were on Delta's 7156 Flight to Atlanta. Once we were in Delta's hands things began to flow. I've never had a really bad experience with Delta. I bought Marydale and me something to drink before we boarded. Our seats were not together for the flight up. To the east we could see the towering thunderheads of Hurricane Charlie. We landed on time in Atlanta. The incredible efficiency of moving huge numbers of people around this monstrous airport never ceases to amaze me. I got to the gate for my flight to GSP and we boarded ten minutes later. The flight was short and I was soon landing at GSP. I was surprised to not see Joan waiting for me but thought that she had forgotten that I was coming in half an hour earlier than the original itinerary. After a frustrating half hour of trying to get through to her on the phone, I resigned myself to taking a cab. As I approached the cab booth, it dawned on me that she could have snuck in while I was fighting with the phones. The guy in the booth obliged me by watching my bags while I went up to the waiting area to check. I saw her sitting, looking out the window. I came up behind her and kissed the top of her head, forgetting that she was a lethal weapon. Her initial look of shock quickly turned to a warm smile, hug, and kiss. I was home. |
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