Happy Father's Day...

To my Dad, my brothers, my father in law, my brother in law..to all dads everywhere.

Pause the music for this...it's pretty funny...

The trip from...

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Wednesday, I was scheduled to board a plane for Dallas at 7:20 pm. Home sweet home. The flight coming in was delayed so we didn't board until about 8:00. We finally pushed out of the gate about 8:25. We would be a little late but they usually make this time up during flight so maybe just a little. The talk in the terminal was of the big storms rolling through Dallas. Hail, lightning, the whole nine yards. Eh, it would roll through and be in Shreveport by the time we got there. No issues.

Luckily the seat next to me was empty which made what happened next bearable. Side note, the guy sitting in the window seat was an American pilot. Referred to from now on as AP. I have come to realize all will be well if AP doesn't lift his head up from his reading material. As we are taxiing down the tarmac, the brakes are applied as if we were landing; very strongly and abruptly. First thing AP does is look up from his magazine and focus out the window.

Crap.

We pull along side another plane and the pilot informs us of the storms in Dallas and we will be waiting 1 hour on the tarmac for them to blow over. So, off the engines go and we wait.

Finally, after shooting a -20 on Tiger Woods golf on the iTouch, we take off.

The flight to Dallas was uneventful until the pilot informed us we would be flying around West Texas for a while until some storms blew over. An hour later, we land at the runway that goes northwest to southeast. You have to fly over Grapevine to reach it. It's on the far west end of the airport. Our terminal is A gate 26. The longest taxi possible at DFW.

After what seemed like an eternity, we got to our gate. Only it was closed and they had to find another one for us. Gate A 28 was open after only a short 25 minute sit on the tarmac.

Off the plane, onto the Skylink. Skylink is the tram that carries you around the airport if you are far away from your car or connecting flight. My flight left from C26 so I qualified. All I had to do was hop on the tram which traveled clockwise around the airport and I would be at my truck in 2 stops. I should have known that tram was closed and I would have to take the tram that only traveled counter-clockwise. 8 stops later I was at my truck. Did I mention the thing was packed like Skoal in my brothers gums? All with sleeping cots for their night at the airport.

Drove home and walked in the door at 1:30. 6 hours after I was supposed to be on the plane.

65 Years ago today...

guys my nephews age were on and preparing to be on a beach swarming with Nazi's and their pillbox's. A pillbox is a concrete bunker, usually the concrete is about 4 feet thick, with a "window" about 1 foot by 3 feet to see and shoot out of. The Nazi's had these pillbox's all along the beach pointing their machine guns at our boys as they hit the beach.

The music you hear was on the hit parade in 1944. If they had had Ipods, many of them would have been listening to this music as they prepared to storm Normandy.

If you find yourself in a patriotic mood this evening and want to watch something WWII D-Day ish, you can't go wrong with any of these choices:

Ike: Countdown to D-Day

Band of Brothers

Saving Private Ryan

Whatever you do today take some time to remember the greatest generation.