Saturday, July 5, 2008

Travel Updates: Pack Light or Pay Up

Travel Update: Pack Light or Pay Up
#7 in travel series

Baggage: Most airlines now allow a passenger to check only one bag that can weigh up to 50 pounds. You will be charged about $25 for each additional bag you check. A 50-pound bag is not easy for me to manage; two smaller bags are easier to lift and then link together. So now I’ll limit myself to one bag I can handle.

I just arrived home from a “Grandma” trip. My bag only weighed 30 pounds and it was a struggle to lift off the baggage carousel and in and out of the car. It would have weighed less but I had packed books and birthday gifts in it. I didn’t acquire anything but good memories on my trip, so my bag was lighter when I came home than when I left, but I really didn’t notice a difference.

I saw one immediate effect of the new one-bag policy: passengers are lugging larger carry-on bags that now strain the capacities of the overhead bins and the tempers of fellow travelers.

It really does pay, as I noted in my first article, to pack light and plan to wash. Or, if you don’t pack light, be prepared to pay up.

Locks for suitcases: There are now TSA (Transportation Services Agency) approved combination locks for suitcases. They can be opened with a special tool by TSA employees in case your bag needs to be searched. I’ll be interested to hear how passengers like these new locks. Go to this website for more information about TSA-approved locks: http://www.tsa.gov/travelers/airtravel/assistant/locks.shtm
I would still never pack valuables in a checked bag. Even if the lock is secure, remember that TSA employees can open it.

Lost Bags: On occasion, your suitcase may be waiting for you in Detroit when you land in Florida. Worldwide, there are 30 million lost bags per year, so it’s wise not to pack anything you really value and hand it over to the airlines. Fortunately, most lost bags are reunited with their owners within less than 36 hours, but some, an estimated 1 %, are never located, and some are missing valuable items when they are found.

According to an article posted on March 21, 2006, (http://www.consumeraffairs.com/news04/2006/03/airlines_luggage.html)
the world’s airlines mishandled about 30 million pieces of luggage, or about one percent of the bags checked last year by two billion passengers. SITA, the organization which keeps airline-related data, reported that the problem of mishandled baggage is worsening on both sides of the Atlantic due to airport congestion, tight turnaround times, increased security regulations and increased number of passengers.

Avoiding Lost Luggage: If you have a small window of time between one flight and another, you may make the plane in time, but your luggage may not. If your flight is overbooked and you volunteer to be “bumped,” and take a later flight, your bag may remain on the flight you originally booked. Place ID inside all luggage, and also pack something easily identifiable in it, so your bag can be identified if the outer tags are missing, such as a bright orange hair dryer or a book whose title you can list, etc.

And speaking of lost items, do identify anything that's important - camera, eyeglass case, iPod . . . just stick a small address label on it. You know those packets on the seat backs? They tend to eat bifocals. Just ask my husband. And communicating with someone at the Amsterdam airport to try to locate the missing glasses was next to impossible, as we got no response from our email, and their phone line didn't answer all weekend. "We have so many of those," we were finally told, and we didn't have enough time during our layover to get a claim number and then find the lost-and-found department. I hope someone in a developing country now has some good glasses. So do check those seat pockets. They're deep, too.

Fares: With only twenty-four hours’ notice, we found a surprisingly reasonable fare as long as I could be flexible about the days of the week I would fly. It can make quite a difference if you are able to plan your trips around the days when fares are lower.

Electronic Devices: You can use some after takeoff, such as your laptop and MP3 player and video games, but never your cell phone. Yesterday, at the Atlanta airport, I saw a freestanding booth with about three octopus-looking creatures attached to it. At the end of each tentacle was a different type of cell-phone connector. The sign said you can connect your phone to the proper connector and recharge it quickly. I didn’t check on the price, though it took credit cards. I’m sure it’s a convenient service, as cell phones seem to be indispensable when traveling.

Has anyone noticed people sitting on the floor by wall outlets at airports? They’re highly desirable spots for anyone wishing use or recharge electronic devices, from laptops to cell phones to iPods. For an entrepreneur, a new business that caters to passengers (possible name: “The Recharging CafĂ©”) could be very profitable. The premise: You can eat lunch while recharging all your electronic devices on an outlet at your own table.

Passports: I recently renewed my passport. I received the new one within a week. Still, it’s best to allow for more processing time (4-6 weeks) as recommended on the State Department website. About a week later they sent my old one back. I guess that’s for sentimental purposes, to reminisce about where you’ve been from looking at the stamps on it. Incidentally, there are clear instructions on the passport application form that say you must look like yourself in your pictures (don’t we all try? Of course, Erma Bombeck said that when you begin to look like your passport photo, it’s time to come home). So I dutifully put on my glasses for my passport photo, and after one picture the postal worker said, “Oops, too much glare from your glasses. You’d better take them off.”

You can also apply for a passport card, a new wallet-sized document which serves as photo ID, which allows you to enter Canada and Mexico. It costs less than a passport, but is not accepted for airline travel. So, in other words, if you want to drive across the Canadian border (which can involve long waits, by the way) or the Mexican border (many rental car companies do not allow customers to drive in Mexico at all), the card doesn’t seem to have many uses. A passport would cover all of those purposes and more.

Passports for young children: Children under sixteen can get passports issued in their own names. They are valid for five years. Our granddaughter just got hers, and as she was nine months old at the time, I doubt she’ll resemble her photo very much in five years! See http://travel.state.gov/passport/passport_1738.html for more details.

Food: I thought I was being wise to pick up a salad and bottle of juice to bring aboard a recent flight, which lasted approximately three and a half hours. The tab at the airport deli was $9.27. A similar salad offered on the airline’s menu of “fresh food” didn’t cost any more than that. I concluded that I should avoid the delis at the airports and look for something more reasonable to brown-bag on the plane.

Timing: We landed about fifteen minutes late and the flight steward asked passengers to allow those with connections of thirty to forty minutes to exit the plane first, so they could hopefully make their next flights. I would never schedule a layover for less than an hour, and even that is risky, especially at a large airport that may have long, long terminals, or airports that have several terminals, requiring transport on a bus or train or by foot from one to the other. I’m surprised people are allowed to book flights with such short layover times.

Miscellaneous: Some airlines are no longer giving away complimentary earphones to passengers who want to watch TV or a movie on a longer flight, so you’ll want to bring your own. Many airline outlets are compatible with them, but the Delta plane I took last week required a special adaptor found only on its $2 headphones in order for the radio or TV to work.



A Bit of Nostalgia - The Olden Days of Airplane Travel (or "Thanks, I'll have OJ and the crackers with peanut butter") - This will date me, of course, but Avis Rent-A-Car used to run a commercial with OJ Simpson in his prime, when he was still a professional athlete, leaping over airport barriers as if he were jumping hurdles in a track meet and taking shortcuts, zigzagging this way and that, to make his flight. He managed this without even breaking a sweat and flashed a dazzling smile when he handed his ticket to the boarding agent. He even had his shoes on. Of course, he’d be arrested for that now. Not just for the shoes, necessarily, but for bypassing all the required security steps in order to make his plane. I guess that wild and entertaining dash, passing other passengers and avoiding authorities, was a foreshadowing. How times have changed! I recall that it was quite impressive, to see OJ accomplishing this athletic feat in shirt and tie and sport jacket, but I’m not even sure what the point of the commercial was. Does anyone remember?

Friday, June 27, 2008

Being Grammy J


So we arrived home Sunday afternoon from our rock 'n roll weekend in LA - playing in the sand at Venice Beach and attending a thrilling production of The Who's Tommy - and within 24 hours I was on a plane to Ohio to babysit Darling Granddaughter while her Mum attends a YW High Adventure Activity.

Oh, sure, Mama's doing exciting things like rock climbing and hiking and crawling around in a cave and sleeping in a tent - but I'm having my own High Adventure with an eleven month old baby girl.

She misses her parents. It breaks my heart when she crawls to the garage/kitchen door and wails for Mama or scoots to the front door searching for Daddy, who spends long, grueling days in his medical school rotations.

"It's just you and me, kid," I tell her when Daddy leaves for the day.

I have discovered that my attention span is shorter than hers. She can play hide-and-seek and peek-a-boo longer than I can.

And when she naps, her exhausted High Adventure Grammy naps, too.

This evening, after a splashy bath, clean diaper, PJs, sweet-smelling baby lotion and the one bottle she is allowed per day (Grammy has her Instructions) Darling Granddaughter smiles and looks up at me with her frank, round blue eyes.

Did I mention she has her Daddy's eyes?

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

I love book clubs

I love Lost. I'm often, well, lost, and I miss a lot of the literary and historical references, but I'm still addicted to the show. Remember the book club in New Othertown? Just before the plane crashed? Villain Ben realizes he hadn't been invited.

"I guess that means I've been kicked out of the book club," he says when he sees the Others emerge from Juliet's house, incriminating copies of the book in hand.

Anyway, I loved this cartoon.

And I love my neighborhood book club, The Wednesday Afternoons Book Club. We read good books and every month we meet for stimulating discussions and chocolate. That makes for a perfect Wednesday afternoon for me.

Friday, May 23, 2008

How Do I Love Thee, Dad? Let Me Count the Ways

If you ask my husband what he’d like for Christmas, birthday or Father’s Day, he always says, “I don’t want anything. Really.” When pressed, he’ll finally admit that he could use socks and underwear. He’s one of those “impossible to buy for” people on the gift list.

One year our three sons pooled their funds and bought him a leaf blower. He grumbled about it after they had all gone home, but once his friend showed him how to use it (Husband is not mechanically inclined), he found it very handy and now uses it regularly. That gift was a definite success.

When Husband turned fifty, all three of our sons were away at college and couldn’t afford to send much in the way of a gift. Instead, I asked each of them to each compose a list of fifty observations about their dad. They could be memories or general comments, or combinations of the two. Just a list of fifty things. One was emailed to me and contained rather formal language (from our youngest son who was about nineteen going on forty), another (after several reminders of the due date) rambled a bit before he got to the point, and the third list was dictated to me from a phone booth in Pocatello, Idaho.

"We just finished our soccer game, Mom, and it's midnight, I'm barefooted and it's pouring rain, and have I said fifty things yet?" I counted, and he had.

The reflections were funny, honest, and touching. Each list was so characteristic of the writer, it was a choice experience to read them. And the boys' comments reminded me that we often don't know what our children really think of us.

Their lists included everything from comments of respect, admiration and love for their father to complaints about his cooking and the day he made them eat spinach. They thanked him for attending nearly every soccer game and parent teacher conference when they were in elementary, middle, and high school, for taking them on trips to new parts of the country, for being a good example, for being a leader in the church and community. One or two of them remembered to thank him for providing a comfortable home, and acknowledged how hard he works to provide for all of us.

They appreciated him for encouraging them to do some things they really hadn’t wanted to do, such as trying out for the high school soccer team, the high school musical, and the mock trial team, and, in the case of our oldest son, for challenging him to complete his Eagle Scout project. One thanked him for the time he went to bat and met with the science teacher about a science fair project that had received a rating that was lower than expected, especially when compared with other projects we had seen (and that was the only time we ever met with a teacher over a grade). The teacher's name was Mr. Budge and he didn't, about the grade, but Dad taking time off work to meet with the teacher on behalf of his son was what counted.

I printed each boy’s list on stationery that matched his own personality, rolled them in ribbon-tied scrolls and presented them to their father for his birthday. Since the boys couldn’t be home, their lists were the next best thing to being there. He read them silently with various expressions crossing his face: smiles, once in a while a furrowed brow, and sometimes misty eyes.

These lists are precious and not only do they pay tribute to my husband and the father of my children, they document where each son was in his own life - - what qualities they valued and wanted to obtain in their own characters, and the particular memories that had shaped their own concepts of fatherhood. I’m sure that the next time I ask for lists, they will be very different, as all three boys have moved forward in their lives, all three in different directions. We embrace the diverse paths they are taking and the growth they are making.

I’m sure the husband or father in your life has his eye on a power saw or drill or an interesting gadget or two. He may even say he needs socks and underwear, but in addition to buying him any of the above, take the time to write a list of your favorite qualities about him.

And don’t forget to get a tie for him, too, even if he insists he doesn’t need one.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

About Author Anne Bradshaw's Recent Award-Winning Screenplay

Anne Bradshaw and Jeanne McKinney


Anne Bradshaw (author of Please, No Zits! & Other Short Stories) lives in Utah. Screenwriter, Jeanne McKinney lives a thousand miles away in California. With Jeanne writing through midnight, and Anne hitting the keys at five in the morning, they created a screenplay-by-email. Their Sci-Fi/Fantasy beat competition from seventeen countries in the International Family Film Festival’s thirteenth annual screenplay contest at Raleigh Studios in Hollywood.




The Ardanea Pendant is the epic adventure of three 60s Politics students who are fed up with Ireland's civil strife, and unleash the hidden powers of a Celtic pendant to catapult through time and reform ancient warriors - redefining their modern world. It is history with a twist—or a possible new genre called “Twistory.”


Anne says, “For those who read between the lines, this exhilarating movie carries a message for the world--that each one of us reaching out today can make a strong collective difference in the future. The unseen power of the pendant is based on real and imagined concepts of spiritual mysteries.”

Anne and Jeanne are already working on an exciting sequel. For more information about The Ardanea Pendant, please go to http://annebradshaw.blogspot.com/2008/01/ardanea-pendant-mind-bending-adventure.html

Anne's own blog is a delight as well, so be sure to read beyond The Ardanea Pendant to learn all kinds of interesting information.
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Saturday, May 17, 2008

Book Review: Season of Sacrifice

Season of Sacrifice
By Tristi Pinkston

Persistence, dedication, obedience, ingenuity, courage and resourcefulness are all terms we associate with pioneers. Season of Sacrifice, Tristi Pinkston’s new historical novel, illustrates how these and other qualities were necessary for the very survival of a group of Mormon saints. Based on diaries of her ancestors and other research, it chronicles the little-known story of the saints called to populate the San Juan region of southern Utah.

Welsh immigrants Ben and Mary Ann Perkins and Mary Ann’s sister, Sarah, are among a group of saints assigned to leave their homes in Cedar City and establish a new settlement in San Juan. The journey is expected to take six weeks; instead, it takes six months as they are faced with the daunting prospect of building their own roads at times and then blasting a hole through a massive solid rock cliff, a hole large enough for their wagons to pass through, followed by constructing a steep and dangerous dugway in order to reach their final destination.

Ben’s tenacity, resourcefulness and experience with explosives as a former miner help him and others to engineer this seemingly impossible feat. The stunning photograph on the cover gives the reader an idea of the remarkable success of their efforts.

The trek creates many hardships for the group (in a direct quote included in the introduction, one member of a handcart party wrote in her journal that the journey to the San Juan region was more difficult for her than the challenges she experienced in crossing the plains from Winter Quarters to Utah).

After they finally reach the San Juan area, Ben and Mary Ann build a home and face another daunting task: engineering irrigation systems to divert water from the San Juan River in order to raise the crops that will sustain them. At times they remember Wales and its lush green hills with longing as they compare it to Utah’s harsh desert land, though they see the beauty in their new environment as well.

The themes of complete obedience to the gospel and unwavering faith are seamlessly woven into the narrative. When the principle of plural marriage enters the story it is handled with great sensitivity and compassion. An excellent essay at the end of the book also offers further insight into polygamy and its role in that period of Mormon history.

Pinkston documents her sources and explains parts of the story that were fictionalized out of necessity, based on her research and her own interpretation of events. This reinforces the reader’s understanding of the author’s determination to write the story of her great-great grandfather with integrity and accuracy.

There are gaps in the storyline where transitions would have been helpful to the reader but perhaps would have required Pinkston to engage in further speculation. Though the chronology is not always smooth due to these gaps, the underlying structure of the narrative, the character development and the dialogue are strong enough to keep the reader thoroughly engaged.

This is a compelling, informative, well-written and insightful read, and even more powerful because sections of newspaper articles and diaries quoting the actual words of the characters are included, as well as several precious old photographs. Pinkston pays a touching tribute to her ancestors while documenting the trek of these hardy Welsh immigrants who were steadfast in obeying every aspect of the gospel, regardless of the sacrifices required of them.
The book can be purchased at http://www.tristipinkston.com/ where you can also read more about Tristi and her historical novels.

reviewed by Janet Kay Jensen

Title: : Season of Sacrifice:
Author: Tristi Pinkston
Publisher: Golden Wings
Genre: Historical FictionYear
Published: 2008
Number of Pages: 320
Binding: Paperback
ISBN: 978-0-9794340-1-3
Price: $16.95

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Sunday, May 11, 2008

Book Talk Monday May 12


I'll be speaking to the Wasatch Writers chapter of the League of Utah Writers this evening at 7 p.m. in the Barnes and Noble Store in Layton, Utah.

Report: we had a lively discussion and it was great to talk to a group of dedicated writers.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

A Favorite Poem for Mothers



Night and Morning
by Dorothy Aldis

The morning sits outside afraid
Until my mother draws the shade;

Then it bursts in like a ball,
Splashing sun all up the wall.

And the evening is not night
Until she's tucked me in just right
And kissed me and turned out the light.

Oh, if my mother went away
Who would start the night and day?



This is one of my favorite Mother's Day Poems. Today it's dedicated to Emily, Kevin and little Paige Emilia Jensen, who are featured in the photos.