Sunday, February 28, 2010

Plane, plane, go away

Cheap thrills on a rainy Sunday - hanging around Scottsdale Airport and watching all the big wigs in town for The Open get in their jets and take off. Shawn, Mr. Knowitall, described all the planes, all the wings, all the rules, all the engines, all the heights and speeds and number of seats. I didn't want to ask a stupid question, so I just wondered to myself how long before take-off the pilot needed to stop drinking coffee so they can make it home without pulling over.


  1. You are such a good wife, sitting there watching planes take off with your husband. Howard always wants me to do that!

  2. Ha ha! We'll pick up Howard for the next big event! When the Superbowl was in town, we had to go to FOUR airports!