I fly out of Arizona at the crack of dawn on Tuesday morning, get into New Jersey mid afternoon, where I have literally **36** minutes to change planes. I can almost understand how *I* will get there, but not quite sure how my luggage will.
When I told my son, Bryce, that the the plane I transfer to seats a whopping **29** people, he didn't miss a beat. His instant reply was: "Well, at least you don't have to die alone ..." ;)
Man, I hate flying!!!