back home

Southwest Airlines is as bargain basement as it gets. No assigned seating, no entertainment system, old rickety planes, haggard looking flight attendants who try to keep themselves amused by using lame humor and, worst of all, stinking, moldy looking toilets with dirty paper towels sticking out of overflowing waste bins. Still, it's hard to beat $80 one way (less in, say, mid-November) from Orlando to Buffalo and so I keep booking with them despite the bovine conditions.

The security line-ups in Orlando are always made worse by the countless kids, tots, babies, children of all shapes, sizes and smells (mostly only one smell and it ain't good) whom their caring parents keep dragging to Disney World. Why anyone would pay good money to spend a day in a park filled with plastic animals and only marginally less plastic people, fighting crowds in 95 degree heat and 100% humidity is a mystery that shall remain unanswered. My idea of a good time in Orlando is my pool, a drive out to Cocoa Beach, lunch at Ming's Court and an afternoon of window shopping at the Mall At Millenia.

Good to be home. I think.