The following REALLY happened just now. I didn’t make any of it up. It’s not a TV movie script. If you’ve enjoyed seeing my occasional travel comments in USA Today, you’re gonna love this!
But was it a miraculous or cursed 48 hours?
Wednesday: June 16, 2010
3:00pm: Head to Philly airport after speech for flight back to Canada for speech the following morning. Was just in Canada 24 hours earlier. Now wondering why I accepted Philly speech, but what could go wrong? It’s only 700 miles.
5:00pm: Philly to Toronto flight late (1 hour delay).
6:00pm: Plane lands in Philly. Blows 2 tires (add 1.5 hour delay).
6:01pm: Tell USAir agent I can’t afford to miss connection in Toronto. She says “No Problem.”
7:30pm: On plane finally. Enter 45 plane departure queue. (Philly can queue 45 planes? . . . Add 1 hour delay). Problem.
10:15pm: Land in Toronto. Miss last connection to St John.
10:35pm: Exit Customs. My Assistant leaves VM message – “Get to 10:55 Halifax fight. Client sending pilot there to fly you to St. John.” Finally. Good news. But only have 15 minutes.
10:37pm: Breeze through Toronto Customs. Miracle. First time in 20 years.
10:40pm: Air Canada security stops me. Says I’ll never make Halifax flight. Brief argument. They win. Next morning 9am speech in St. John now at risk.
10:41pm: Commence panic response. Start looking for private jet.
Thursday: June 17, 2010
5:30am: Wheels up.
8:00am: Arrive St John.
12:00pm: Off -stage, No sleep for 31 hrs. Audience loves speech. Adrenaline stores exhausted.
1:00pm: DECISION POINT – Take private jet back and sleep, or go to Miramichi with guys for world-class salmon fishing. But I don’t fish and am extremely tired. Decision easy.
6:30pm: Still in river. 35 hours of no sleep. No fish but casting doesn’t look as ridiculous. Beer cans piling up on table back on shore.
8:00pm: In fishing lodge. Drinking and jamming with 3 other guys – bass, mandolin, piano. Me on guitar. Haven’t played guitar for 20 years.
11:59pm: Still drinking. Music sounding better. Feeling like rock star.
Friday: June 18, 2010
2:00am: Go to bed. Been awake now for 45 hours.
7:30 am: Breakfast. New Brunswick fishing-lodge style. Decide to blow training diet. Realize I already did that 8pm last night.
10:00am: Catch 11lb Salmon. Piss off other guys who’ve fished there for years and never caught a salmon.
3:00pm: Fredericton airport on flight home.
3:01pm: Thinking what the #&%* just happened?