IN THE AIR
The flights home took almost 20 hours and were uneventful with no missed flights. First I flew to Paris, was wheeled in a wheelchair around Charles De Gaulle airport from one terminal to another, bypassing long security lines, and then had an eight hour flight to New York.
I had three hours in New York to be wheeled through passport inspection and customs to the Air Train then the subway, then the Q70 bus to LaGuardia airport pulling my two bags and backpack, luckily up and down with escalators and very few flights of steps. I latched myself onto a woman who was also going to LaGuardia and seemed to know the way. It seems very odd that on this trip I was in New York, a place that I would like to visit again, for two hours at a time, getting the feel as I sat on buses and the subway for the variety of New York with language after language being spoken. Each time my passage through New York was the high point of the day. Then I got Asheville and was picked up at the airport by Susie and went to bed at 9 p.m. Marshall time, 3 a.m. Winsen time.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 