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
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2016
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