Traveling through the southeast US, I stopped long enough to record a podcast in the bathroom of the Durham, NC Marriott. This week’s podcast talks about two very different travel experiences at the opposite ends of Interstate 40; a special edition of Classic Travel Stories — recollections from September 11, 2001 — and the Scottish Band Evangeline talks about writing a great travel song. Here’s a direct link to the podcast file.
Sorry for the delay in posting the show notes . My home ISP, Comcast, has for some unknown decided to block the IP address to this site. I’ve filed a trouble ticket, but I think I can probably change providers faster than I can get Comcast to fix their internal routing screw-ups:
3 comments on “Podcast #14 – September 11th Travel Stories; Writing a Great Travel Song”
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My name is tim and I have a funny travel story. My whole family was going to Seattle, but in order for all the tickets to be covered by frequent flier miles we had to take two different airlines. My mom and sister went on Southwest and me, my dad, and my brother took Alasken. Our flite was at 8:30 and my mom and sister’s was at 8:40. AM, or so we thought. We were standing in line to check in to Alasken airlines, having dropped the girls off at the other termanil. I looked up on the board to see if our flite was on time. I said to my dad, “it doesn’t have our flite, just an 8:30 PM one.” He said, “it must be a mistake”, but sure enough, when we looked at our papers more closely we had tickets for the 8:30 PM flite. Of course my mom and sister’s flite was fine. We wound up leaving at 3:30 that afternoon.
Hey, Tim. I can relate to that one.
Heading out on a business flight, my husband dropped me off at the airport in West Palm Beach, Florida.I headed to the gate, ticket in hand. Then I realized, to my complete surprise, that my flight departed from the Ft. Lauderdale airport, instead, about one hour South!!
A lesson in looking closer at tickets, I suppose. I managed to snag a flight from West Palm Beach anyway, but you better believe that I’ve paid much closer attention to my tickets ever since!
Not quite the same thing, but when pulling the luggage out of our limo at O’Hare for a trip to London, we noticed that we were one bag short. I got the limo driver to run me back home and there, sitting forelornly in the foyer, was the missing bag. The limo driver raced back up the Tristate Tollway — luckily not in rush hour — and reconnected me with my wife and kids a few minutes before boarding.
You would’ve thought I’d learned, but this summer, I stopped the cab as we left for our vacation to France and Hungary. I’d left the plane tickets on my office desk. I’m so used to electronic tickets, I never think about paper tickets anymore.
Regards,
Mark