First in flight

The Charlotte Airport has a lot of pretty features. It's not a bad place to stroll around during a 2 (turned 2.5) hour layover. The OMB Copper is a nice little lagered ale. There's ladies' softball on the TV.

And, of course, I'm in my favourite state, with my favourite state motto, surrounded by southern drawls and the occasional biscuit, on my yearly pilgrimage to a land where the brass shakes your bones.

Sitting here, dreaming of a late season oyster dinner, it hardly bothers me that I could have caught the earlier (non delayed) connection if I hadn't checked my bags.

I haven't been called honey yet, but it will happen before I leave you, NC. 

xoxo