Technically, the last day of the trip, although I technically wasn't in Las Vegas, or even Nevada, but aproximately 37,000 feet above the United States sitting in First Class.
Wow, the steward call
button worked though. [Neither the light nor the radio worked in my seat, dispite being in First Class. —Editor]
I will definitely be
processing this trip
for a while to come. [A year anyone? —Editor]
We flew over a thunderstorm.
Very beautiful. And frightening
not that we were in any position
to get hit but the
display of raw power. And
so frequent too.
Notes from page 83 of the “Viva Lost Wages” notebook
And flying over a thunderstorm reminded me of a time years before when I was flying home (from Hoade's wedding) on July 4th at night. The weather was clear and from about 35,000 feet I was able to see hundreds of firework shows dotting the landscape. Little flower explosions popping all over the place.
Both the storm and the firework shows were wonderful to watch from above.
I arrived at West Palm Beach around noon on the 21st and very happy to finally be home.
And thus ends the “Snippits from Lost Wages.”