A plane trip to JAX Florida-destination St. Augustine where daughter, granddaughter and me were guests of my BBF, Mary, tennis buddy of days gone by. Picture this: Newark Airport. Our five year old is enchanting frantic passengers with her comic antics. Going through the scanner, I had forgotten about my new hip replacement. Noise. Call Security. The nicest woman wearing blue gloves + a nifty uniform asked if I needed a private curtained room to be frisked. I said, “Honey, I was an actor. Say no more.” Gentle hands did a thorough search of this person. I did think that the last time anyone carried on with me, we had dinner and champagne before and exchanged a few kisses. Ah well. Nice to know security took the job seriously.
On the plane taxiing: She kept saying ,”Oh My God. . .as the plane took off.
“Can the plane fly all the way to heaven?” I hoped not. Not yet. First to the beach and twenty more years at least.
“I’m totally looking for a sign with a big D.” D for Disney-her second part of the journey with her mom and friends. Five years old. A comic in the making.