Dateline: T F Green Airport, Gate 18 Providence, RI

Waiting at the airport for Delta to arrive and take us home. It has been fun in Newport but it is time to go home, with reluctance. The weather today is very nice unlike the previous few days. I’m still disappointed that the weather prevented the Blue Angel fly-over yesterday, and of course today seems to be perfect for it.

Before coming to the airport today, we had breakfast at the Corner Café on Broadway in Newport. It was nice to have a leisurely breakfast, something I rarely have time for. Following breakfast we drove around for a while and then headed to the airport. There were a few more things we could have seen but one of us, not me, was tired of walking and she was not dressed in waling shoes. She has apparently forgotten what it is like following me in the Atlanta Airport.

Now I’m just waiting in the airport and noticing, yet again, how loud airports can be. Most people, by and large, are nice, calm, and considerate but there are always a few who a sense that they are the center of the universe, that everyone should yield to them and their outrageously large roller luggage, and that their conversations are so important that we all should listen to them. For example, right down from me is a woman trying to make flight reservations on her cell phone. Want her number; I could give it to you. How about her frequently flyer number? Got that too. I expect any minute to hear her credit card number and her home address. Perhaps it is time to invest in those expensive Bose noise reduction headphones. I wonder, do they have an obnoxiously loud person setting?