Delta B-757 at JFK

July 17

Awoke at 0415 to Trinidad's rainy season. Was uncharacteristically 15 minutes early to await transport for airport. Driver Mike was a little early, too, plus traffic was going the other way, allowing extra time for languishing in the Piarco terminal with half the population of T & T and all the over-sized bags. Flight 486 goes to New York Kennedy and many seem to be moving there with entire households via luggage large enough for sofas or less favored family members. There are no electronic kiosks, so waiting in long lines is de rigueur. Security, at least, wasn't terribly abusive. Ask me if I've missed it. Go ahead!

At least there was a Starbucks knock-off that offered drinkable coffee with good muffins and free, albeit intermittently glacial, wifi. Of the two eating establishments in the main rotunda, not counting Rituals Coffee, one is Royal Castle Chicken and the other is KFC. Church's is down a concourse leading to all gates. I like the stuff, but at some point the law of diminishing returns sets in and you simply have too much chicken. Is this an attempt to solve an epidemic of feral roosters? Perhaps they're running around in packs smoking weed, robbing banks and stealing small children. Hope they take the loud ones and share their dope.

My ride to NY was first class in 3D. 4D if you count time (4:55). Route of flight took us just south of Salinas, PR, where Ken & Diane left their mastless Tanzer 26, Annie II, and one of several favorite places on earth. Watched the excellent "Gran Torino" on a personal entertainment center. Thought I was just special, then noticed that all passengers had one. Delta! What a great airline! Run out and fly somewhere on them right now. (Should I mention they pay my pension?)

Lied again. Promised to desist after this edition, but got on a roll and went long, so will place a temporary halt on this nonsense after one more dispatch sometime in the future, possibly tomorrow.

Jack