April 13, 2014: Turbulence
Me with Baby Ben and Cousin Gina Last night I almost boarded the wrong flight. It wouldn't have been the end of the world as the unintended flight was to sunny California. A pleasing thought, as I felt the cold Denver wind whip through the open door of Gate 29. I was supposed to be at Gate 30. The simple mistake was uncovered as I stood in the wrong line while perusing the boarding passes of those around me. I eyed an identical B34 boarding pass in the hands of a woman next to me. "How do we have the same number?" I asked the other B34 girl. "I was wondering the same thing," was her puzzled reply. After a comparison of paper boarding passes, she quickly noticed the discrepancy. She was going to Orange County while I was to go to Omaha. In unison, she and her fellow B-boarders directed me to the gate next door. <whew> A close call. As I gingerly found my correct spot in the B34 slot of Gate 30, I had a flashback to a day long before TSA. A d...