In '99 I flew back to VT on Continental and went through Newark (OMFG). Little did I know -- having run my CD player all the previous night and making a blatant point to IGNORE as much news as possible -- that John-John Kennedy had gone down the night before. Add that to bad weather on the Eastern Seaboard, and I spent half a damn day and into the night in Newark! I was supposed to have gotten into Burlington at around 5pm, I finally landed after nine! MAJOR KUDOS to the Burger King on Pearl St. in Essex Jct. still being open.
Then in '03 I flew back again for my HS reunion (WHOLE 'nother rant). Flew JetBlue through JFK. Thing is, I left Denver at midnight, which meant I got to JFK at 5-something. My flight to Burlington wasn't until 9am! I may be a creative, resourceful, self-reliant sort, but even *I* can't kill a four-hour layover!
I don't care WHAT my mother says or how high gas prices get. Next time I go back to VT, I'm damn well driving. Anyplace I can't get with four wheels and an engine, I don't need to be.
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Then in '03 I flew back again for my HS reunion (WHOLE 'nother rant). Flew JetBlue through JFK. Thing is, I left Denver at midnight, which meant I got to JFK at 5-something. My flight to Burlington wasn't until 9am! I may be a creative, resourceful, self-reliant sort, but even *I* can't kill a four-hour layover!
I don't care WHAT my mother says or how high gas prices get. Next time I go back to VT, I'm damn well driving. Anyplace I can't get with four wheels and an engine, I don't need to be.