Gunny Walker

  All right, I made it home. I was very tired and have slept quite a bit since arriving. We left Coos Bay yesterday morning and drove to Portland. We stopped at the end of the Oregon Trail and arrived at the airport at about seven o'clock. Then we waited for our 11:55 flight. Then the turns out that the plane was leaving late. There was some weather in Dallas that was holding the crew up. Not the plane, just the crew. Our plane was there. Just not the crew. They had to leave another plane and then get on ours. I'm thinking. Gee whiz, just let us get one plane. Then I can buckle up and sleep.
  So the plane doesn't leave until after one. So we get on, they go through the safety dance, and then we take off. Turns out that we arrive in Dallas with our plane boarding for Nashville in ten minutes. MeMa and I head for the gate as fast as we can. (Which for MeMa is not actually that fast.) I think that if this ever happens again I'll get her a wheelchair. Surely I can push her faster than she walks.
  We got on the plane to Nashville and a quarter of the plane was bound for Bonnaroo. We arrived on time.
  The funniest part of the trip was MeMa waking me up to ask if I wanted anything to drink. I was a little too busy sleeping to care. I guess she had a hard time understanding that.
  Anyway, the trip home was uneventful except for the aches that I got from getting my three hours of sleep in an airplane seat. Some of which I still have. So I think it's time for some more sleep.
  Good night folks.