Saturday 16th June:
A successful couple of days work, then ugh. 0430 alarm call again. Remind me, whose silly idea was it to do a status run after Washington to get to WP? Oh yes, that’s right, me. CURSE YOU AFF for opening my eyes to the joys of status runs. Before I started reading here I would have been happy to fly direct there and back, but no, now I cannot fly direct when there’s a connector, or a sector unused on a xONE4….
OK, back to resuming the day’s excitement.
The advantage early flight is the quick and easy cab ride DC-BWI (you’ll recall I used the AMTRAK to get BWI to DC on Wednesday rush hour). Cab left hotel at 5am, at BWI within 35 min.
Kerbside checkin gets boarding passes…which show OW Ruby. I went to the desk, where a nice lady tried removing and putting QFF number back in, but no joy. Oh well, I’ll keep an eye on points and SC to check they get credited correctly.
Having been excited by the additional SC of flying to BWI over IAD, I now find the downside…no lounge. OH NO, WOE IS ME. Do they expect me to sit with the great unwashed now I’ve reached the exalted but unacknowledged heights of Gold? (and yes I’m being facetious). BWI at this time of morning is quiet, clean, relaxed. A pleasant leisurely breakfast, a bit of people watching, and life is good.
I went for a run around the Mall yesterday, passing Capitol, and multiple memorials: Jefferson, Washington; Roosevelt, taking a break at Lincoln, and taking time to read the “four score and seven…” speech, and the second inauguration speech. A walk to the Vietnam and WWII memorials…and a contemplative jog back to the hotel past Michelle and Barack’s little pad. Contemplation in which I remind myself that any importance I attach to my own life, any problems I think I have, any contributions I’m making to the world, all pale into insignificance compared to the sacrifices made by each and every person commemorated in those memorials, the milestones those leaders oversaw and brought into being: in the face of such greatness and such simple sacrifice I can be nothing but humble.
Two phrases run around my mind
We stand on the shoulders of giants…
Lest we forget…
I'm reminded of this as AA1298 boards with maybe 25 uniformed service personnel boarding that flight, with some returning from overseas deployment.