Hello Everyone! I hope you are having a nice long weekend if in the US and just having a nice day everywhere else. If you follow along on my stitching posts on Wednesdays, you might remember that I had no time to stitch last weekend. That was because I went on my husband’s last trip with Delta Air Lines!
We left here very early on Saturday morning for a short flight to Savannah, GA. My husband wasn’t even flying then, he dead headed over for a nice long day in Savannah.
We went to the hotel, then went out for brunch.
After we ate, we walked around downtown for a bit.
Savannah is such a pretty city. It was a warm day, but overcast so it kept it bearable for walking.
We ended up at an outdoor river bar and restaurant and had a dessert beer while watching the people and boats go by. After relaxing here for about an hour, we went back to the hotel, then out for an early dinner. We had to be up at 3:45 the next morning.
We had a wonderful dinner with the co-pilot and his wife. The co-pilot and my husband are friends and worked it out so they could fly the last trip together. The co-pilot made reservations at The Olde Pink House restaurant as soon as they had their schedule. We had an early dinner so the two pilots could get their sleep before the early get up. Not me of course, I’m not used to going to sleep on demand, especially at 8:00. We turned out the lights and I was able to read on my tablet for a little before I went to sleep.
We had a 6:00 AM departure back to Atlanta, where we picked up my son for the next leg of the flight to Baltimore and back. Unfortunately, my daughter wasn’t able to go with us, but she was there in spirit.
The last Boeing 737 on the tarmac in Baltimore that my husband will fly, getting ready to come home. It was a beautiful day for a last flight.
We were able to take a few quick pictures after the final flight in Atlanta before the cleaners came aboard to fog the airplane for it’s next flight. With 1900 pilots retiring in August, there wasn’t the usual fan fare that happens with a retirement from Delta, but my husband was okay with that.
The three of us had a little celebration at home. The last thirty-three years has been a nice career for him. He was hired when he was 26 and retired at 60, the original retirement age when he started working. The airline business is not for the faint hearted. There have been plenty of ups and downs in the industry over these 33 years, the biggest one now. If not for Covid, he would have worked for 2 more years, still retiring early, but not this early.
It’s a new era for all of us, but it’s only been a week and we’ve been so busy that I don’t think either of us has had time to think about him not going to work. We will be moving in less than a month with a huge amount of stuff to pack and get rid of still. We moved my son’s things out yesterday into his new apartment and we are planning on taking a little break this weekend before we hit it hard again on Tuesday.
Thanks for stopping by and have a great week.