Scotland & Ireland: Overnight Flight

Board your overnight flight to Edinburgh today.

I’m sitting at an airport bar worrying about:

• My flight to Newark. It’s showing on time right now, but the guy at the bag check told me it will be delayed and that Newark is a pain in the ass. He says I should find the bus, not the train, to get between terminals.
• My tummy. It’s doing the nerves thing. I’m trying to shut it up with beer.
• There’s a woman at the bar who’s flying to Newark and then London. Her Newark flight is delayed and she’s going to miss her connection. So now I’m worried about her. And still me. Because fucking Newark, man.

Later that same day:

Saw the World Trade Center and the Statue of Liberty out the airplane window when we landed in Newark. Fitting that my heart should swell with American pride two hours before leaving her shores, I guess.