Technically, the last day of the trip, although I technically wasn't in Las Vegas, or even Nevada, but aproximately 37,000 feet above the United States sitting in First Class [1].
Wow, the steward call > button worked though. [Neither the light nor the radio worked in my seat, dispite being in First Class. —Editor]
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I will definitely be > processing this trip > for a while to come. [A year anyone? —Editor]
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We flew over a thunderstorm. > Very beautiful. And frightening > not that we were in any position > to get hit but the [DELETED-disg ts-DELETED] > display of raw power. And > so frequent too.
“Notes from page 83 of the “Viva Lost Wages” notebook”
And flying over a thunderstorm reminded me of a time years before when I was flying home (from Hoade's wedding) on July 4^th at night. The weather was clear and from about 35,000 feet I was able to see hundreds of firework shows dotting the landscape. Little flower explosions popping all over the place.
Both the storm and the firework shows were wonderful to watch from above.
I arrived at West Palm Beach around noon on the 21^st and very happy to finally be home.
And thus ends the “Snippits from Lost Wages.”