Wednesday, July 01, 2015

Homeward Bound: Another One Bites the Dust (Queen)


Unlike other trips, we end on a travel day, no golf. We've screeched into the airport in the past. But, Frank has all of our clubs, so that's not on the agenda on Saturday. Besides, it's raining again.
 
Ron has already texted us that they found his six iron on Alpine and can we get it and bring it back. He's also texted that he left his bottle of Jaeger in the freezer, and can we give it to call and bring it back. Well, with airport security, we don't think you can bring a golf club on a plane -- and only Cory and Jeff are checking bags, which won't fit a six iron. We also know that the bottle of Jaeger is more than 3 oz. and won't fit into a quart size bag.
 
I have the great idea that we could give Pete the six iron to break (and it wouldn't count towards official club breakage) and it would fit in Cory or Jeff's bag. But, we decide instead to go to the pro shop and see if they will ship it. For $15 -- what a bargain.
 
The bottle of Jaeger, goes into the mini van. Can't just leave it unattended.
 
Our last breakfast at the Lodge and check out. Then load up and head to Traverse City in the rain. Tom and I ask if they want to go the long, scenic route and we don't get any takers. Antiquing seemed out of the question as well. Jeff, since he hasn't seen any signs for unwashed sweet cherries, doesn't want to stop for them either.
 
Gas up and get to the airport. Cory takes the bottle to check in. Only Cory and Jeff have bags to check. We only need our boarding passes. There's an older man throwing a fit at check in with security (not with an American employee -- who isn't even there). Guess they got to the airport and the AA employee had already had to go to the gate to check people in, clean the plane, etc. He continues his fit. Cory and Jeff have to wait 30+ minutes to check their bags (yes, Traverse City is a pretty small airport and employees have to wear many hats).
 
"Another One Bites The Dust" – Queen

Steve walks warily down the street
The brim pulled way down low
And ain't no sound but the sound of his feet
Machine guns ready to go

Are you ready hey, are you ready for this
Are you standing on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat, yeah, yeah, yeah, sing it

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust, hey
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

How do you think I'm going to get along
Without you, when you're gone?
You took me for everything that I had
You kicked me out on my own

Are you happy? Are you satisfied?
How long can you stand the heat?
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat, yeah, yeah, yeah

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust yeah
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust yeah, yeah
Another one bites the dust yeah, yeah
Another one bites the dust yeah
Another one bites the dust yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Give me yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Hey ,another one bites the dust yeah
Another one bites the dust yeah

Bites the dust
Bites the dust
Bites the dust
Bites the dust

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Yeah, yeah, yeah

There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man
And bring him to the ground
You can beat him, you can cheat him
You can treat him bad and leave him when he's down

Is he ready, is he ready for you
I'm standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Repeating the sound of the beat

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust, hey
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

Yeah, yeah
Alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yes

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