Week 15 – Plane #2

Nor’easter to the Northeast

My white knuckles strained against the elbow rests

Meditation didn’t work

My muscles were so tight it would take a week – or a fifth of whiskey – to loosen up – and dare I suggest – relax

Who goes to Buffalo via Newark in February?

Panic was an eyelash away

While the plane bucked like an angry bull

Inside the sardine can, the attendant laughed

As he dropped to a knee in the aisle while simultaneously carrying drinks

Upon landing, I rushed to the nearest


Yes, two shots per drink please – PRONTO!

Next stop Buffalo

Flying Tigers and beer cheese soup

Almost worth it.