Road Trip, Part XVIII

Sunday, June 12: Late in the night I caught a red-eye flight to Atlanta and onward to New York to continue my trip from the other coast. The flight was (surprise, surprise!) late getting in to Atlanta and I missed my connection, finally getting in to La Guardia around 11 am the following day. To make matters worse, an annoying baby in the row behind mine wailed non-stop from San Jose to Atlanta, rendering sleep impossible and reinforcing my conviction that King Herod had the right idea when it came to children. I fail to see why, if pets are required to fly in travel cages in the cargo area, the same rule cannot be extended to babies.