High flying!

Everyone knows I have had absolutely SHITTY luck traveling, and after this summer I swore off airlines until Christmas. Southwest Flight 491 From SFO-CHI-BNA this trip was pretty amazeballs. Mostly just the last leg when I got to move to the exit row, and move to the section with the ridiculously awesome flight crew of Scott and JJ. Wow. All become right with the world. Especially the request for shopping advice.


The friendliness of the flight crew was only surpassed by my also ridiculously awesome traveling companion: John Frazier. Handsome, talented, and all around great person. I brought home two loaves of pumpkin bread for mom (her recipe). I gave one to him. Good people. And I can't wait to hear his stuff.


I love that I got to talk to someone who knows all the fun bluegrass outfits I do, like Leftover Salmon and the Dry Branch Fire Squad. And he just played a gig with Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers; so, yeah: awesome.

Shout out to nephew Brad for the midnight airport pickup. And to The Fran who was worried I would be hungry so had warm friend chicken waiting for me. Seriously? That's a mother's love right there.