Going Back To My Youth

I'm sitting here in my mom's classroom listening to her teach 8th grade English to adelescents. I haven't really been to this school, (besides the sporadic visits ), since I left here ten years ago. It's a strange feeling.

I arrived last night fashionably late, but safely. Our flight was 75 minutes late, however it's amazing how people don't get irritate when there's a Sox/Yankees game on. "Folks, your flight is on it's way from Baltimore, so it'll be here within the hour." No groans, just silence as everyone's attention was on the television screen. Oh, the joy of flying.