A significant number of seats on the CRJ-900 were filled with the North Dakota State University women's volleyball team, on their way to play Tulane. As we were nearing touchdown, I heard one of the players behind me say, "It looks like we're going to land in the swamp!'
I leaned back and said, "You've never flown into San Francisco, have you?" She said no, and I explained how the runways there are in the Bay, so that you look like you're going to land in the drink until just before touchdown."
A taxi ride to our hotel, which overlooks the St. Charles streetcar line and is a block from the French Quarter, and a nice routine check-in, and we're all set. We don't know exactly what we'll do this weekend, but I'm sure we'll find things to interest us. Cheryl has some jazz clubs and an art museum in mind. Me, I may have us buy a couple of day passes and ride the streetcars -- they've expanded the system since my last visit.
I don't know how to say how much I like the fact that we have no significant schedule or commitments.