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CANTON, OH

12 -19 Aug

Since I've become a full-time RV'er I dread the thought of flying. Yes, it might be faster getting from point A to point B and cheaper than fulling the RV tank ever 200 or so miles, but the service and rude people is not worth it. I paid for a service to leave and arrival  at a certain time and every time the plane takes off late and arrive late, all I hear is "we are sorry for the delay".  The cost of bags to check-in (what a joke) and what ever happened to the free peanuts? OK now for the rude the people. We are in the back of the plane, the last ones to get off and some dumb ass jumps out of his seat and runs down the aisle as fast as he can until other passengers start to get up and get their bags. At least he made it three rows closer to the door. Have a seat guy, wait your turn to leave the plane. Remember your bags will take another 30 minutes before they even get to baggage claim, then your bag is the last one to arrive on the carousel.

I was home for a week and it was packed with a long list of to-do before I had to leave. New driver license, tags for the car and RV, 2 trips to the VA clinic (2 different days), meet all the family and friends in the area and flea market, garage sales & auctions with my Aunt. Every night was capped off with a home cooked dinner and watched either an Indians baseball game or NFL game with my dad. Beside meeting all my family and friends, the little thing in life like watching a ball game with my dad was the icing on the cake. I even enjoyed my mom trying to put her two cents in on a game, then running out of the room because us guys got her mad about nothing.

One week has come and gone and the list of to-do was completed. I was sitting in the kitchen talking with my parents and two hours before I had to be at the airport I got board. Every day I woke up I was busy doing something and now I was sitting with my bags packed and my thumb up my a$$ looking at the clock. It was the longest two hours in the whole week, but I enjoyed every second of it with my mom and dad at the kitchen table. I was hoping that time would stand still and I could live in this moment for the rest of my life.

We arrived at Canton-Akron airport and I checked in. The lady at the counter put the wrong destination on my bag. When she gave me my receipt she said "your bags are ready for Raleigh, NC". WAIT!, I'm going to Las Vegas. She had to grab my bag off the conveyor belt before it went in the back, never to be seen again. She put the correct tag this time and I was wonder how the rest of the flight would go. The security check was easy and painless. Shoes remained on and computer was allowed to stay in my bag. I liked this check point, reminded me of days of old. However, the plane arrived late thus making us take off late. When I arrived in Charlotte, NC my next flight was late to arrive too making my arrival to Las Vegas late once again. All I heard is "we are sorry for the delay". And, to top it all off my suit case zipper was broke when it arrived, but I did not notice until after I got home. Did I ever mention I dread the thought of flying.