Up early, early, early for jam packed Seattle to JFK flight. Jammed into the window seat but fortunately had an open middle seat.
In this, the waning days of Song (Delta is retreating from its foray into budget airlines), the flight attendants were selling off the last of the Song-branded inflatable pillows. Investment opportunities around every corner.
Quick commuter jet from JFK to Toronto. Now sitting in one of the hotel bars of the Delta Chelsea, downtown. It is filled with cornball canadians. They are so dorky and completely unhip, but ludicrously nice. It’s like being around a bunch of Mormons, but without the proseltyzing and a whole heckuva lot more beer drinking, eh?
