Flying was fun back in the day.
I used to fly from PR to NYC five times a week.
Plains were half empty. I slept thru it. Or smoked my lungs out.
The flight attendants knew me well. And I new a few very well too.
They woke me up for dinner, knowing I'll ask for a second tray right away.
Three seats and two trays wasn't that bad for fifty bucks.
I always bought 20 tickets at the time. 1k no tax.
With customers like me, no wonder Eastern went belly up.

Ah, sleep, food, and some romance in between. The life!!!.

My last flight was to Hawaii. From Miami.
A little longer that I would have like it.

Thanks to The Higher Power, I learned to mix flavorless, odorless, vaporless eLiquid.
I vaped in my seat most of the time. Nobody cares what an old fart is doing.
Needless to say it doesn't turn the alarm on in the bathroom either.

However, it was too long. Almost twenty hours from Honolulu to Miami with three lay overs. And the jetlag, ah.
But worth every effort.
I saw the most beautiful island I've and will ever see. Kawai.

Sometimes, it's not the trip, but the destination.

Cheers.