The flight to California got underway about 10 PM Tuesday night, and it was excruciating. I was impressed by the spaciousness of the Business Class we walked through as we boarded the plane, but soon realized that the airline had made up for it by getting as many seats as possible in Economy. The flight was chock-a-block full as the Aussies say, so we were crammed tight. And it was a bumpy ride for the next 12+ hours. The only exception was the hour or so of the worst turbulence I had ever experienced. As we were being jerked and bounced the flight attendants came on the intercom TWICE to apologize for the rough ride. Then after a few more episodes that had me remembering all those airplane disaster movies that I now no longer like, even the captain came on the air. He just wanted to assure us that the plane really was built strongly enough to withstand the stress even if the turbulence got worse. Lovely thought. But finally the feeling of being shaken by a dog smoothed out to more normal bumps. We landed at LAX to learn it was now 2 in the afternoon on Tuesday. This International Dateline thing could get just a tad confusing.
But none of us were confused by who we saw at McDonald's during our agonizingly long 7-hour layover in Los Angeles - the television evangelist Jimmy Swaggert. I laughingly dared Jimmie to do his Swaggert impression, then rushed him out of there when he actually started it.
|Carolyn managed to catch a nap at LAX.|