Group 9 boarding next

Gone are the days of free for all boarding a flight

Now everybody is assigned a group boarding number

First there is pre-boarding for special non-numbered groups

Families with children, those needing special assistance and active military

First class next and then all the VIP gazillion air-miles nerds

Next to board are friends and family of the crew

And acquaintances of the staff at the gate

Quickly followed by those with emotional support animals

Finally they call group one

Scorned as elitists by the lower numbered groups

Group 1 include  those having amassed more then $2M of debt with the airline’s credit card

Groups 2-9 have now formed an impenetrable mob squashed close to the boarding gate

As each boarding group number is called

The huddle around the gate gets tighter and tighter

Passengers have to elbow their way out of the mob to reach the gate

The mob gets smaller and tighter as the group numbers increase

There are occasional holdups as passengers try to sneak on out of turn

A group 5 passenger is prevented from boarding during group 3

His punishment is to be reassigned into group 9

A similar punishment is given to a group 2 passenger who tried to board in group 5

Being late is just as bad and trying to board too early

Standby passengers are called up and assigned group 9

Eventually the group 9 misfits are called up to board

By this time the overhead compartments are completely full

There are only non-reclining middle seats left near the bathrooms

Gate staff form a barrier to prevent group 9 from carrying anything at all on board

All their personal items are confiscated and deemed to be checked 

Those wearing baggy clothes are forced to strip to their underwear

They are made to pay cash for checking their stuff

Boarding is concluded with the group 9 walk of shame

Everybody else is seated as each group 9 passenger slinks down the aisle 

Their only possessions are a crumpled checked bag receipt and an embarrassed frown

All the other passengers stare at the group 9’s with disdain

Obviously they cannot afford to pay for assigned seating whispers a group 6

We are running late and will miss our takeoff slot due to the tardy group 9ers utters a group 3

Nobody choses to be in group 9 and its impossible to escape from it

Its the modern day equivalent of being deemed to be a witch or being tarred and feathered

Group 9ers get a life sentence of being last to board every flight they take

Plant a seed

Plant a seed

Watch it grow

Into something beautiful

Maybe a flower

A tasty vegetable

Perhaps a tree

Seeds transfer life

From one generation

To the next

Seeds can be stored

Future life in suspension

Plant an idea

Like a seed

Watch it grow

But how can you store ideas

To be planted in the future

The answer is simple

Put your ideas in writing

They become cheeky monkey seeds

For future cheeky monkey readers to reap

Plant and store your seed today

Saint Barts blog

Houses  set into the steep rocky hills like jewels

Tropical vegetation encrusted with red and green metal roofs

Unspoiled beaches sprinkled with bronzed bodies

beach wrap babes ride scooters to their hilltop villas

Waiters prepare tables for an evening of expensive dining

Sunset cocktails guzzled before darkness looms

Trendy nightclubs packed with beautiful people

Luxury goods displayed in harbor side shops

Narrow windy lanes filled with micro car traffic jams

Fishermen sell their daily catch at the harbor

Cruise ships flood the town with high spending tourists

Radio St Barths plays happy music all day 

Small planes dive over the hill seeking the tiny runway

French conversation fills the air at the bar

Gallic speech is supplemented with hand gestures

Supermarkets stocked with gourmet French produce

Crowds gather at the boulangerie before breakfast

Small planes arrive in waves delivering more island guests

Eight square miles of hidden treasures

Even the scuba divers blow champagne bubbles

Charter yachts gracefully sail around the island

Anchoring in secluded bays for clients to swim or just party

The super rich land on the yachts by helicopter

Average cost of a villa on New Year’s Eve is $4000/night

The cafe Le Oublie does not accept credit cards

And the staff are rude 

Traffic roars by just inches away pumping fumes into the place

Not a place to eat

Restaurant Le Port was clean, quiet had great views of the harbor

Lunch was fabulous and not too expensive

The waiter was exceeding gay

After a long lunch we went home at slept 

Friday fun night at Le Ti cabaret club

Slim sexy dancers parade and twirl

Loud dance  music and the show begins

Champagne flows 

Whisky Moderne

Its nae ma fault

That I love a wee single malt

Ma fa’ther taught me ta drink

But much time deed pass

And now its a London Lass

Who tells me what ma lips should sink

Traditional malts are to be sipped

But these Londoners just want the bartender tipped

Fer makin fancy whisky cocktails

And megga fortune sales

Wi’ no respect for highland culture

And ne’er a thought for ancient distillers

Today its all aboot Outlander thrillers

These sassenachs just din’nay ken

That real scotch whisky is what makest true red blooded Scotsmen

Take a journey without a destination

I cycle 30 miles three or four days a week

My legs are strong but my upper body needs strengthening

So I joined a gym in December and it never seemed crowded back then

Come January and the place is overrun with new year resolutioners

I talked to the staff and learned its the same thing every year

Membership explodes in January but the rush only lasts a month or so when many drop out

Most of them are looking for the quick fix instant results that never happen

Perhaps they stop going to the gym and buy those magic weight loss pills instead

I wonder if snake oil salesmen see a big jump in revenue every February

Some will be disillusioned by March and resort to plastic surgery for weight loss

Others will stop dieting by April and promise to get fit and healthy on January 1 next year

Exercise and healthy eating is a lifestyle that requires a long term commitment

For sure we all fall off the wagon occasionally but you must get back on again quickly

The best way is to be totally honest with yourself 

If you want to change yourself then accept it will be a journey without a destination

Happy Healthy Friday and every other day to you all

Motorcycles and riders can both have AFib

A watched a man throw a strong leg over his Harley

A press on a button fired up the beast

The motor roared with that distinctive Harley Davidson beat

A highly tuned combustion engine with AFib

The big fat heavy motorcycle defies gravity on two wheels 

Staying vertical while rolling along slowly

But it needs a strong rider leg to stop it toppling over when static

On the open road she just purrs along

Taking sweeping curves with the rider leaning to the side

A perfect combination of man and machine working in harmony

Its a totally different story riding in heavy traffic 

Inching forward with legs splayed out ready to keep the monster vertical

Blistering acceleration whenever a gap opens up to surge forward

Then braking to a stop and spreading those legs to stabilize it

I noticed cars drivers seemed to be afraid of the motorcycle and gave it a wide berth

Either they find the motorcycle itself intimidating

Or they are afraid that the rider is a drug crazed Hells Angel looking for trouble

In either case there was little eye contact between car drivers and the motorcycle rider

With the exception of children in cars who stared endlessly at the big shiny machine

The bearded rider warmly smiled back at the waving children

Car occupants live in a different world with AC and music flooding their interior space

They do not have to dress up in boots and leather and brave the elements

Riders live in the outside world with no cocoon to protect them from heat, cold or rain 

Conversations with passengers on the back must compete with the roar of the engine

When motorcycles roll in packs they instantly become a gang

They could be a group of doctors and lawyers on an outing for the day

Or a bunch of pop culture deemed lawless Hells Angel outcasts looking for trouble

Each group is equally considered a gang and feared by motorists

Car windows remain tightly shut and driver’s eyes do not wanders towards the gang

The gang takes on special powers rolling along in formation two or three abreast

Cars magically move out of their way like a parting sea

Nobody wants a fender bender with a member of a motorcycle gang

Their reputation is however unfairly tainted by urban myths

Most motorcyclists are the true knights of the road

Always ready to help out a stranded motorist

Many Hells Angels are military veterans having proudly served their country

Its a strong brotherhood with strict codes of conduct and they honor their fallen

They are really big into social work and supporting local communities

A fact often overlooked by the pop culture image of outlaws on two wheels

They almost always ride Harleys purring with AFib

Some of the aging riders might even have AFib themselves too

Next time you see a motorcycle rider show respect and give a friendly wave

The fourth dimension- Part 5 FINALE

Kevin put the gun on the table while he explained everything

We are both characters acting out a dream in our own imagination

Our real selves are still asleep in bed

The only way for this dream to end is to kill the main characters

I was having difficulty understanding all this

Look Kevin, if we are imaginary characters then we don’t exist in reality 

Which means we cannot be killed like normal living beings

You are exactly right said Kevin, our characters can only be killed in our imagination

This is never going to work Kevin, there is no way I am going to shoot you

Kevin walked over to his bedside table and pulled out a second gun

He placed one bullet in the chamber of each gun and handed one to me

I took the gun and asked him what we were supposed to do next

Take the gun back to your apartment and put it by your bed

When you go to bed this evening wait until exactly midnight and shoot yourself

I will do the same at precisely the same moment

Then tomorrow we will both wake up from this dream

I could not think of a better plan to escape from this eternal groundhog day

I took the gun and shook hands with Kevin before returning to my apartment

Just before midnight I got a text from Kevin saying see you on the other side

Picking up the gun, I counted down the seconds with the barrel at my temple

Pulling the trigger at midnight before everything went black

I woke up in bed not knowing if I was still stuck in the fourth dimension

There was no gun on the bed and no signs off trauma

I got dressed and raced down to Kevin’s apartment but there was no answer

Maybe he was still sleeping I thought so I went back to my place

I could not get onto my balcony because all the balcony furniture was piled up inside

A new paint job had magically appeared on the balcony walls and railings

I called the front desk to find out what was going on with the building

Spencer answered with his usual joyous voice

Welcome back Sir, we missed you, how did you enjoy your three year assignment in Europe?

It was err great I stuttered,  but why is my balcony furniture piled up inside?

Oh that was brought in during the building renovation while you were away

I will send somebody up to put it all back outside

OK thanks I said, one more thing, do you know if my friend Kevin is home?

Spencer fell silent for a moment then his voice went uncharacteristically somber

I am very sorry Sir but your friend Kevin passed away more than a year ago

You obviously did not hear the sad news Sir

He tragically took his own life, he shot himself in bed

I thanked Spencer and hung up before checking the date on my phone

Sure enough it was three years ahead of my last memory

I must have spent those three years stuck in the fourth dimension