Back to the swamp
It has been a fever-dream of a day, and I’m in a sort of half-awake fugue state unable to really appreciate how weird it has been.
After a series of outbound flights on Wednesday with no successful standby passengers, we weren’t turned away from either of our standby flights today.
We just looked up the guy who shared our row on the first flight and figured out that he’s going to Helsinki for the World Championships: second place in the 400m hurdles. What was he doing flying coach?
![[Swinging off a dragger, Cundy's Harbor, Maine, July 4th, 2003]](/images/cundys_harbor.jpg)