The events which transpired last night, between the Angels and the evil empire, prove that God hears the prayers of a righteous Steve.
My flight back from Nashville was aboard one of those smaller commuter jets. Have you been on this type of plane? There are two rows on the right (starboard) side and one row on the left (port) side. I’m “comfortably” seated in 11A on the left side. Prior to takeoff Husqvarna, our East German flight attendant, announces the captain has informed her there is not enough weight in the back of the plane and they need two passengers from the front rows to move to the back. That’s one of those announcements that causes you to reflect. I had done my part to add weight to the back of the plane having eaten at the Opryland Buffet that morning. Not to worry, two teenagers get up and agree to move to the back. I’m watching these brave lads move to the back and wondering how a combined weight of 180 pounds is going to make a difference. Don’t we need some “larger” passengers to move to the back?
It reminded me of a smaller plane I was on once where the captain stood at the door (which was in the back of the plane) looking at each passenger, guessing their approximate weight and directing them to a specific seat on the plane. No worries. He’d probably been well trained at the carnival.
