Money Magazine has an article this month on Kate Hanni, founder of the Coalition for Airline Passengers' Bill of Rights. Outraged at being held captive for nine hours in a plane with no food, water, toilets, or way to escape, she is fighting back. She got a passenger rights measure passed in the House, and it will be up for a vote in the Senate soon. To support it, visit
Flyersrights.com. Click on the Take Action box to sign a petition.
Anyone who has flown recently knows what a nightmare it is. Haven't been on a plane in a while? Let me tell you a little story about my last trip home from North Carolina on American Airlines...
We left my brother's house in Raleigh at 1:30 PM, allowing time to return the rental car and make it to the airport the required two hours before our flight. We checked in and wrestled our stuff through American Airline's security with plenty of time to kill.
We stopped for dinner at an overpriced Internet Cafe for the free Internet access, only to discover, after placing our orders, that Internet access is no longer free. No problem. We brought books, and we know how to use them.
Good thing, too. The plane was delayed. It was probably resting up for its detour through Hell.
First, there was the announcement that we would be sitting on the tarmac for about an hour and a half before takeoff, which in airline speak means three hours if you're lucky. This set off some sort of explosive Jekyll/Hyde reaction in the guy sitting next to me.
My seatmate was a pasty little fellow in a golf cap who had seemed perfectly pleasant up until that moment. He immediately began to yammer loudly about his unhappiness with the situation and to demand free drinks. None were forthcoming. He began to breathe funny and to stare at people. I began to think about how much he resembled Norman Bates.
Half an hour later, some dude a few rows ahead threw up all over three seats. Apparently he had done his drinking before boarding. This meant a return to the gate so that the cushions could be swapped out. It also meant that we'd lost our turn to take off.
Well, it was the last straw for Cap Guy. He announced that he was getting off the plane at the gate, and the stewardesses were unable to restrain him when the time came. We all got a bit roughed up as he climbed over and pushed past everyone, but it was a small price to pay. I was actually feeling pretty lucky to be rid of him, until one of the unfortunate puked-upon refugees took Cap Guy's seat.
We eventually made it to New York (which airlines consider to be on the way from North Carolina to Indiana) and waited to board our second plane, which was only an hour or so behind schedule.
Meanwhile, down in Cargo World, our bags were boarding other planes for adventures of their own.
We arrived in Chicago around 1 AM, exhausted, starving, dirty and cranky. We watched hundreds of bags rotate endlessly on the carousels. Ours were not among them. We searched through stubby forests of lost bags in the holding area. None of those were ours, either. So at 2 AM we were standing in a long line of passengers at the claim counter, wondering if there was any chance American would bring our bags to Indiana if they were ever found.
An agitated man ahead of us in line dashed all hope when he stepped away from the counter, faced the room, and addressed the crowd: "Here I am, a loyal American customer! I fly American all the time, and this is how I am treated! They lose my bags, call me to come from my hotel to get them, and they aren't even here! I will never fly American again as long as I live!"
His speech was met with scattered applause and a general Amen, though we all knew it was an empty threat. If you have to travel far, you have to fly. And if you have to fly, you have to take whatever plane is going there. The airlines know they have you over a barrel, so they can treat you like dirt knowing you'll be back anyway.
Miraculously, our bags arrived on a later flight. We dragged them about five miles to get to parking. A long walk, a train and a bus later, we roamed the lot until we found the car. Two hours later, at 5:30 AM, we pulled into the driveway.
Believe it or not, this is now par for the course. Some of the above events, of course, are not the airline's fault. But the delays, long waits on the runway, lost luggage, and disrespect for customers are. An airline can hold you against your will in conditions that violate the Geneva convention. And if that doesn't make you want to sign a petition, I don't know what will.
The PhotoHunters at tnchick.com this week are serving up unusual and funny signs. This one is a favorite around here. It's for a sporting goods shop, heavy on the fishing gear. The fish here is at least five feet long and rotates, and it's lit up at night. 
What a nice surprise! I stopped in at Kiva's Eclectic Granny, as I often do when I'm looking for great posts to read, and discovered she'd given me this cool award. Coming from her, this is indeed an honor. 
It doesn't seem to be a big year for Earth Day. Last year, it seemed all the TV stations, magazines and papers were running something or other on how to go green, save the planet, conserve. This year, nada. Maybe Mother Nature couldn't compete with the Mormon polygamist sex scandal. That is a tough act to follow, news-wise. 
Karen at Outpost Mavarin hosts a Weekend Challenge every Friday, and this time the assignment is to write a poem in honor of National Poetry Month. I don't usually do writing assignments; my blogging problem is not in finding subjects, but in finding time to write about them. However, I am a big fan of poetry. So how could I pass on this one? +of+IMG_0325.JPG)
This week's Round Robin Photo Challenge brings us an assortment of assortments. This is mostly an assortment of stuff I salvaged from my grandmother's basement: Czechoslovakian pottery from the 1920s and ruined silver plate pieces from the turn of the century, housed in Granny's old china cabinet. 
"Libraries: The medicine chest of the soul." ~Inscription above the library at Thebes
Have you ever saved a memory without meaning to ... without knowing, at the time, that it would be with you always?
