Greetings My Dear Readers,

After a full day yesterday that saw me return unexpectedly to a city rich with memory and personal history, I now once again find myself aboard a highway bus preparing for what I expect to be an 18 hour return trip to Paradise that will take through three of this Nations major airports.

It’s actually lucky that I managed to find myself aboard a bus this early morning as no one saw fit to inform me that the bus terminal was closed today and that buying a ticket for travel would not be possible.  Fortunately money talks and I was able to pay the driver in cash to ensure I didn’t end up stranded in my old home and effectively derailing the rest of my trip.

As I managed to get everything I needed to do in the Land of Not a day or so earlier then I expected, a friend managed to persuade me into changing my plans and ended up dragging me back to my old stomping ground, where I spent the day being pampered and chauffeured around the city taking in all the changes and sights of my old home, before retiring to my newly booked hotel, for a quick nap before having to get up bright and early to embark on more then a full day of travel back the land of plenty.

So now as the sun rises I once again find myself travelling the highways of this nation on the first leg of a four city, three airport journey home.

I may update from the various airports as time permits.

So until next time,

Your Cold Hearted Bastard,

D.

July 26 2009 (Update)

Now several hours into my return trip I find myself in the first of three airports that I will frequent on this trip with several hours to kill before I fly off to the second leg of this return trip journey.

This family section of the airport is abuzz with young children happily at play while tired and travel weary parents look on with attentive supervision hoping that their active little ones will play themselves out and be less active for their untold hours of air travel yet to come.

As planes come and go the shifting fluid like influx of people changes and ebbs as if on some cosmic whim just beyond human comprehension. But on a more human level the laughter and happiness of the little ones at play provide an unexpected and heart warming setting for the first part of this grueling journey still to come as the time ticks by taking me closer to check in time for the first of three flights that will launch me on my path back to Paradise and its Land of Plenty.

Until next Update,

Your Cold Hearted Bastard,

D.

 July 26 2009 (Update)

Greetings Folks,

I am now in my third Airport of this return trip awaiting my final flight of the day that will finally see me home in Paradise after a rather long day.

I have to admit I am quite surprised by the number of small children flying on their own.  During the second leg of this never ending return trip. I noticed three separate small children who were all traveling on their own, all under the age of nine, without a Parent or guardian accompanying them.

To their credit the airlines take pretty good care of these children, and these kids are certainly brave to travel alone like this.  On this particular flight I ended up seated next to a delightful little seven year old who was just heading home from spending a couple weeks with her grandmother.  Grandma had taken her to the plane, then Mom and Dad were meeting her on the other end when the plane landed.  I complimented her for her bravery, and she quickly informed me that this wasn’t her first solo flight and that she had flown alone two years ago when she was only five.  Certainly an incredibly brave little girl, and yet she wasn’t the youngest child flying alone on this flight.

Although the flight crews take good care of these youngsters and rarely do you ever hear anything bad when kids fly alone, I can honestly say, I’d never let my young child travel across the country alone, especially at the tender ages of 5 – 9 years old.   These parents are incredibly trusting and daring.  When it comes to the safety of children, sending them across the country alone, even on a non-stop flight, is far too big a risk in my eyes.

Brave kids, daring parents, but my own children will never travel with out myself or some other trusted Guardian with them.  The risk is just too high.

In another 3 or 4 hours I hope this trip will be complete and I get on with finalizing all the finer points of Plan “B” that caused this trip to occur.

So until I make it back to Paradise,

Your Cold Hearted Bastard,

D.