second segment wild hair weekend

Before I proceed, I must add that Carol and Ed have spoken on the phone emailed for many months , but have never met in person.  Hmm, so we travel  with the words of warning from her family, still ringing in our ears, "He could be an axe murderer!" Well, yes he could, but I argue the point that you don’t converse with someone for that long and not catch them in a lie…if they are all bull-crap. But in spite of that possibility, I am here…because Carol should not go alone!

So, the poor pilot beside me has been sufficiently interrogated…and has just completely surrendured…he is initiating conversation now 😉  He is a nice guy who Scuba dives, lives in Pgh, used to live in Chicago, hates the cold…and they have a house in FL, which is his first choice for a home… and he  misses his wife. He flies for another airline, <whispering slyly> "This one does not care too much about customer service."  I nod, not having ANY experience under my belt to compare this airline form any other. Our pilot (flying the plane) announces something…and I cannot make heads nor tails out of what he has just said, so I turn to my friendly skies neighbor and ask, "What did he say? I could not understand a word!"  I can tell as I see other passengers turning to hear what the answer is, that that our pilot had truly mumbled, lol… so my neighbor, deadpan, recited monotone, what the pilot had said…and then added, "First thing that they teach you in pilot’s school is to mumble" which drew smiles from those listening in.

 I only hope that his flight was on time and that he gets home (Pgh) to her by Saturday evening, as was his fondest wish!

We land in Philly and now we are told that we are backed up unloading…and we will sit for at least 20 minutes until we  have a gate to go to. We were to be in Philly at 6:10 pm, but we weren’t even out of Pgh by then– due to Philly’s delays.

Carol and I are hot-footing it through the airport. We are a couple of hours late by now.  One quick stop at the ladies room– damned margaritas and chocolate monkeys!  Then back to running. Carol has loooong legs and it is a task to keep up with that girl! I am in decent physical shape, I walk for recreation often, and Carol smokes, lol. A person would have thought it the other way around!

We approached a narrow spot, near the security check-in  and see people waiting.  Ed has just told Carol via cell phone that he is wearing a blue jacket and khaki pants.  We both spot the man at the same time… and are speechless…lol, and before either of us could react… the REAL Ed approaches Carol with his arms outstretched for a hug.  We pass the other man, in a blue jacket and khaki pants… who looked to be all of 90 years old and not moving well…

We would comment on that many hours later… <smiling at the memory> But I can tell you for sure, I thought that Carol had been hornshwoggled! lol… and we were about to take a new twist on the adventure–"sans any men" for the weekend. And that would have been just fine too.

We talk for a few before we head to the parking garage. I am instantly at ease. We load our luggage and are on our way.  He gives us the tour as we head down the highway…crossing the Delaware, mothballed navy fleet to the right, Center City Philly to the left.  It is dark now and we travlled for over an hour when he pointed to the left and said, "Atlantic City."

Okay… new plan–post pics with explanation, or I will never finish this. We crammed so much into two days!


Saturday morning, while Carol showered, Ed and I walked the three blocks to the Atlantic ocean-Wildwood Crescent beach-l to R Mussel, Ed and Atlantic

Off to marina in North Wildwood, then to Hereford Lighthouse complete with award winning gardens…

then on to another marina where Ed keeps his boat. He has to check his crab trap… there were a lot but they were green crabs and spider crabs–no good for eating… next stop, Cape May light house where we climbed all 199 steps to the top!

More tomorrow; my alarm goes off in 3 hours, time for some shut eye!

About Teresa Cypher

I came into the world a creator of stories. Having been born into a litter, the 7th of 8 children in a farming family, I've spent most of my life writing (escapism) stories in my head. My daydreams, as it turns out, are actually fiction in the making. From the time I was a little girl, I was a thinker, spending any time I could find to be alone--the bastion of undisturbed thoughts,--dreaming of other worlds and of fairy-tale love. My earliest influences were Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella, Star Trek, and Star Wars. Yep... I write SFR. Science Fiction Romance. I live with my husband in a humble house in the middle of a tall stand of hardwoods, bordered by soybean and cornfields, in western Pennsylvania. Mother of three adult children, and "Grammie" to five beautiful grandchildren, I revel in family gatherings and celebrations. My husband and I care for our gardens at home--our little corner of heaven, take care of the dogs, the cats, and the chickens. We like to have a glass of wine at sunset and watch the stars come out.
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1 Response to second segment wild hair weekend

  1. Angel says:

      Loving the wild hair weekend escapade!!  So many great pictures.   Sounds like you had a really good and much needed life diversion girl.    Almost makes me jealous thinking about doing something so spontaneous!  I\’ll be back to read more….

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