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.