My flight from Atlanta to Asheville left on time with a strong tail wind so we arrived an amazing 15 minutes early.  I didn’t realize this at first so I was disappointed that Elise wasn’t there to meet me.  My bag came off quickly. I called the house but no one answered so I started wondering if Elise had left the car in the parking lot for me to pick up.  I left my bags with an airport employee and started walking the lot.  After 10 minutes, I found it!  I brought it around to the arrivals area but was bummed to see a sign saying that unattended cars would be towed.  Another said immediate pick up and drop off only.  I stopped there, opened the back hatch and went into the airport.  A distant cop whistled at me as I went in but I ignored him.  As I entered, there was Elise!  We had missed crossing paths by minutes due to my early arrival.  I grabbed my bags and dashed back to the car just before Cowboy Bob, the rootin’-tootin’ bronco bustin’ parking lot cop got there and read me the riot act.  He was an idiot.  My mind reeled with sarcastic comments. I wanted to ask him how long ago he had been promoted to parking lot duty but refrained, figuring he’d probably throw me in jail if I exposed his ignorance.  I played meek and dumb to satisfy his need to be important and in two minutes it was over and we were on our way.  

We jabbered the whole way to Sylva.  Elise starts at Brevard tomorrow.  She took me to a tiny Sushi place that recently opened in town.  We got take-out and then drove to the house and ate it.  I stayed until she had to go to work.  I called Edna Collis at GSA and gave her a synopsis of the trip.  She was delighted.  I drove over to Brevard via US 276.  I ate dinner at Cielito Lindo and was surprised to see how many students were back already.  I drove down to Jones and moved my baggage back in… Another good trip is history.
 

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