Faring the International Airways
June 27th, 2006
June 26 2006
Well the day has finally come. I am now in Houston international Airport waiting to board the plane to JFK, where I will jump over to the International Terminal and hitch a ride with Air France all the way to Tel Aviv, Israel. When I got on the plane from H-town I found my seat next to a sweet elderly couple from NY. I started a conversation with them about travel and what-not (I don??????t really know what ??????what-not????? is but we talked about it). Come to find out, they had done quite a bit of traveling in their time. After I had picked up some handy tips for faring the international airways, I did as I always do once I get above 10,000 ft, I fell asleep. The New Yorker sitting next to me was kind enough to wake me for the food cart’s voyage down the plane’s narrow isle, This allowed me to partake in the microwaved cheeseburgers being handed out. To pass the time my neighbors began to play cards and converse over some of their memories. One comment I found particularly intriguing was when the older man mentioned the first time he had seen a TV. Its interesting to think how each generation can be marked off by the technological advancements they have witnessed; like this couple and the TV, my parents and the PC, our generation and the Internet. The other day I was trying to explain to my niece what a record was… She had no idea what it was and I was struggling in my explanation. It was funny because I ultimately had to explain it as a large CD that didn’t hold as many songs.
After landing in JFK and making my way down to my terminal, I boarded the Air France plane bound for Charles De Gaul (sp), however, after we had all boarded the plane we sat for another hour and a half at the gate waiting to move out to the runway. Once the plane started moving everyone onboard got situated for the flight. This ended up being a very clever deception on the part of the pilot. He moved the plane about 500 ft and then stopped it again for about another 20 min or so. Everyone was becoming restless and it was at this time that I got up and looked out the window to behold quite a site to see. Row after row, line after line of planes waiting to take off. The Pilot come on over the intercom and stated some shocking message in French. The only reason I knew it was a shocking statement (other then the gasps for air) was because the French man sitting next to me felt I should be able to share in his shock, so he translated it for me. We were plane number 40 in line to take off! So everyone on got up and milled around for another hour as we inched our way out to the runway. Finally we made it to the runway and the plane filled with shouts and applause.
Now considering that I had just spent 3 or so hours on the ground and only had 2 hrs to make my connecting flight in Paris I feared I had about a snowball??????s chance in Hades of catching my next flight to Tel Aviv. As is was, GOD smiled on me and the other passengers on our plane and delayed the flight to Tel Aviv for another 2 hrs or so. So I made it with time to spare. I guess snowballs have a much better chance in Hades after all.
June 27th, 2006 at 3:21 pm
This–the snowball in Hades–is clearly explained through the laws of physics, namely the laws of entropy and thermodynamics, which would lead one to conclude that hell, if in physical existence, will eventually freeze over. Thusly, if there were any precipitation in said location–I use “said location” to avoid offending any of those individuals who reject the notion of such a place–it would fall as snow and, therefore, provide the possibility and most likely proclivity for a snowball to be formed. The question is…how would the snowball come into existence…hmmm, I’ll have to ponder that.