Those of you who always speculated that the revolution would not start in earnest until the EBT cards stopped working are about to have your hypothesis tested nationwide.

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After having two consecutive major issues flying to/from/through Dallas, Texas east of Midland and north of San Antonio is now officially close enough to drive from Kentucky. This extends that limit both south and west from Wichita Falls.

I’m not faulting the airline for cancelling my flight home. I mean, I’d rather an issue with the emergency exit door I was sitting next to be taken care of before we take off.

Having us deplane also makes sense. I’m way too old to hold the flashlight and look for the 3/8ths for the nice mechanic. It was the changing of our gates three times in 30 minutes, followed by cancelling the flight altogether that caught in my craw. I definitely got my steps in that evening, though. I’m pretty sure I saw a sign that read “Texarkana City Limits” during my last power walk to gate J-369 from gate ZetaEpsilon-27.

I will say that the airline staff at DFW were helpful and gracious. While they couldn’t get me my luggage, they did give me a disposable toothbrush and a small tube labeled “TuthPaist”, which was better than a sharp stick in the eye, I guess.

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How do I know that I looked rough when I got to the hotel after having my flight cancelled? Well, when the nice lady who was checking me in looked at the pint of ice cream I had retrieved from the cooler while I waited in line and said, “Darlin, that’s on the house. There are spoons over there by the coffee pot.”

Not that I’m complaining too much about the inconvenience of a cancelled flight. There was one poor lady on my flight who had flown in from Singapore on Friday, had her flight cancelled, and was almost in tears when our flight to Louisville got cancelled on Sunday evening. I complained about how much my feet hurt until I met a man with no legs, and all that.

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To a five month old labrador puppy, the litter under a walnut tree is the world’s biggest pile of tennis balls.

To a five month old labrador puppy, pine straw on the side of the road is a breath mint.

To a five month old labrador puppy, an eight-point buck is just another friend she just hasn’t met yet. The squirrels, on the other hand, are the spawn of the devil and need to be redeemed through loud and vociferous preaching from the Book of Bark.