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We lucked out today.  Our taxi driver was there at 4 a.m.  He moved to Paris with his family 12 year ago from Lebanon.  Speaks Lebanese, francais, and english.  Rents his taxi otherwise it is too expensive.

I’m proud to announce we were the first people at the airport this morning.  Everything was closed, even the check in counters.  That was okay.  No hysterics were involve and all was well.  We took a flight from Paris to Frankfurt, held over about 2 hours and then loaded up to head out.  Oops.  There were two people who checked in luggage but disappeared.  So…the flight crew had to located the missing luggage and remove it before we could leave.  So we were about an hour on the plane before take off.  Flew a lovely 747 across the sea and Iceland and Canada and we’ve just landed.  I took three glasses of wine with lunch and polished it off with an ambien.  Slept like a baby.  Ray woke me up about an hour out of LAX.  Fabulous landing.  Except…the plan was to tow the plane to the jetway.  While doing that there was a mid-hap that crippled the plane.  So we’ve been sitting here waiting while, as near as I can tell, every person who wears neon green or orange vests has come up to the plane to get a laugh (oops, to survey the situation.)  We are now in queue for a different type of towing vehicle that will lift the front of the plane up to do the towing.

So here we are.  Ray is working a Sudoku and I’m blogging and watching all the running around outside the aircraft.

Ray reminded me that on our flight to Paris via Munich out of  LAX a passenger had died in flight and that necessitated police filing thru upon arrival.  No one died on this trip although the plane tow truck machine driver may be killed for all this trouble…so this is a much more successful flight.  Just a bit more waiting.  I could actually use some lunch.  It’s 1:10 p.m.  A new type of airplane tow truck just pulled up.  We may escape sooner than we thought!!

Whops.  That piece of equipment didn’t do the job.  So now they are going to change the punctured tire.  Some pictures for your viewing enjoyment.

Our nice captain has just announced that they are in the process of changing the tire.  It will take 10-15 minutes and then we will be allowed to escape.  An hour here, an hour there…pretty soon it adds up some some real time.

Alas, we escaped and I write you from the comfort of my leather chair in my house!!  And there is no place like home!!!


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