from home in West Haven to the regional airport in New Haven
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I, hauled my luggage out the door, and was on the B1 bus by 7:03am and connected to the G2 in New Haven. The ground was still damp from the overnight rainfall, but slowly evaporated in the warm early sun. It was a quiet morning and the bus had few passengers, but the same boisterous woman from my last ride to Tweed was onboard and bellowed more stories of cookouts to fellow riders. The tone of her voice and vocal inflections triggered memories of the character Annie (Lillian Randolph) from It’s A Wonderful Life. After her stop, though, tranquility resumed.
The busses to the Tweed run only hourly and the later one would have arrived too late for check in, so I got there well before departure.
After watching a single engine prop gracefully land at the adjacent private airstrip, I went inside to take a break from the heat. It was quarter past eight when I passed through security and quarter of nine when I boarded the plane. With earplugs inserted and shades across my eyes, I settled into my seat with the hope for some rest. There were only two of us in the five-seat row along the rear bulkhead, so I slid over by one to leave a vacancy on either side. Since I knew they would be crushed, I allowed my bananas to ride beside me in the empty window seat, 8F.