15.55
Marriot, Newark Airport Lobby.
Waking at 05.00, but rising later than at any time this past week.
Breakfast I…
In the lobby, with WillyFred in the Newark Marriot…
17.27 The inbox attacked furiously. The Minx called, on her way to bed.
Here, to close the computer and move towards check-in.
19.01 Restaurant El Feeblo, Newark Airport.
A straightforward check-in and extended security. The considerable and varied contents of my (Former) Happy Gigster’s Briggs & Riley Wonder Wheelie provoked a detailed examination.
Security: What’s this? Cigarettes?
Two security persons became involved, confused by a pile of fabbo dulce de leche packets of condensed and concentrated bliss, brought from Argentina by Horacio.
RF: Would you like one?
Security: No. What’s this?
RF: Halva.
Security: What’s that?
Then to Turkish Delight (a gift from Jon D).
Security: What’s this?
RF: Marzipan from Lubeck (a gift from Germany of Mr. Marty).
Security: You have a sweet tooth.
And we hadn’t even been through the ginger chocolate and, to be confessed without guilt, a pile of other super-tasty things to provide comfort for an old and lonely traveller.
19.35 To the gate.
Marriot, Newark Airport Lobby.
Waking at 05.00, but rising later than at any time this past week.
Breakfast I…
II...
… and calls with the Minx at home in sunny Bredonborough, on her first authentic free day for the past six months; and to the Sistery Person in Vegas.
In the lobby, with WillyFred in the Newark Marriot…
17.27 The inbox attacked furiously. The Minx called, on her way to bed.
Here, to close the computer and move towards check-in.
19.01 Restaurant El Feeblo, Newark Airport.
A straightforward check-in and extended security. The considerable and varied contents of my (Former) Happy Gigster’s Briggs & Riley Wonder Wheelie provoked a detailed examination.
Security: What’s this? Cigarettes?
Two security persons became involved, confused by a pile of fabbo dulce de leche packets of condensed and concentrated bliss, brought from Argentina by Horacio.
RF: Would you like one?
Security: No. What’s this?
RF: Halva.
Security: What’s that?
Then to Turkish Delight (a gift from Jon D).
Security: What’s this?
RF: Marzipan from Lubeck (a gift from Germany of Mr. Marty).
Security: You have a sweet tooth.
And we hadn’t even been through the ginger chocolate and, to be confessed without guilt, a pile of other super-tasty things to provide comfort for an old and lonely traveller.
19.35 To the gate.
