we headed out for the plane .. this time trying it differently again .. leaving from phoenix .. a direct flight to london .. for some reason our tickets offered upgraded seats in business class going over.. not sure how that happened
then
the airline called that afternoon and said the flight would be 3 hours delayed .. . i could relate
day before, had just finished cleaning out my storage unit .. trying to lighten the load up here in the future .. time to rid myself of the 150 reels of 2 inch tape from all the past 40 or 50 albums .. jaime ( jim the archivist’s partner archivist ) offered to take them all .. so i loaded up my car-truck several times and hauled them over there .. it was 112 degrees outside
today when we to drove to phoenix .. it was 116 up there .. it was just me and gabe driving up to meet lonna and jon already there .. somehow .. even with the delayed flight, had left tucson 4 hours later then i planned .. i can’t help it
gabe forgot his passport … but we figured that out too before we left tucson .. not bad .. on track despite ourselves
in phoenix .. we meet altogether at the airport with no problems .. the scene seemed surreal .. the ugly dim light of the aging airport and plane all seemed old and dated .. our seats were curious in business class .. all connected in a pod of 4 .. very dream like .. and then they brought out the 18 year old scotch .. . so we left phoenix behind like we didn’t mind
wheels up by 22.30 and we slept thru the night .. arrived at a normal time for jet laggers … but missed our bus hook up ..
found nikolaj at the airport who had booked the wrong ticket .. and the 5 of us then were delivered to the festival grounds by taxi van .. the driver’s name was “acid”
he drove fast and just blew through all the security at the festival .. if you don’t acknowledge things like security they just don’t really exist then
there was our new home .. our submarine .. the big black double decker bus with the trailer .. all 13 of us would cram in there somehow and bunk it out
that particular sweetness to see everyone again .. like a homecoming that only exists in a certain plane of existence
the end
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