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The Vicissitudes Of Modern Air Travel

I relax and sip my martini cruising at 40000 feet. If only my bags arrive with me, all will be complete I arrive in Tokyo and watch the carousel go 'round and 'round. Although it made many circuits, my luggage could not be found! Here I sit forlorn in the terminal in Tokyo, Japan. Alas, my shirts and drawers ended up in Kyrgyzstan! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired

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Date: 4/2/2016 8:05:00 PM
Ooooh the ordeals of flying ... most amusing, Bob. I do believe finding "Kyrgyzstan" in a poem is a first! Heck. I don't think I've EVER heard that word before until now.
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Robert L. Hinshaw
Date: 4/3/2016 5:38:00 PM
Correction on your name, Tim (not Time) - my face is red!
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Date: 4/3/2016 5:37:00 PM
Thanks, Time - glad you enjoyed. Kyrgystan is one of the many "stans" of countries in the upper mid-east. Take care - bob
Date: 3/5/2016 9:00:00 PM
O' life's ups and downs, wait, that's vicissitudes isn't it? Funny and well done...
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Date: 3/5/2016 5:30:00 PM
Laughing..only you could rhyme Kyrgyzstan....I will think of this next time I travel....Love ya..BG.
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