I quote Sharon, the Alamo Car Rental shuttle driver, as Edie gets on the bus to take us to the St. Louis airport. How she knew Edie’s pet name I don’t know.

We are waiting for our plane, having breakfast across from Gate C9, getting enough energy to sprint to Gate C24.  Boarding is in 35 minutes. As we left Judy’s gated community, I once again tried to understand the instructional sign at the exit, and once again failed.

We are eating at the Kingside Diner and I give the spinach omelet an A+. It has spinach and onions, they have a sauce on top, and they fold the omelet over a lightly fried egg with a fairly runny yolk (or that’s what it seemed), giving it moisture you don’t normally find in an omelet.

The only downside is that we were sitting next to the winner of the Most Obnoxious Father of the Year, sitting with his quiet wife and his two unfortunate children who were clearly unable to do anything correctly.

Time to board..”and remember a fanny pack counts as your personal carry on item”.

We are on the plane.

What else to report from this morning? We had to fill the gas tank before turning the car in. Anyone know how to open the gas cap on a Mitsubishi Outlander Sport? The obvious lever opens the hood. Thanks to the Internet, I found a 44 second video, made by someone who was very sympathetic, knowing that without his help, the search might take hours.

Regrets from the trip? Sure. First, I didn’t buy any pickles.

And second, I didn’t fill up on detergent.

But we did see the Mississippi from Riverview Park. Bet you never even heard of that park. Bet I am right, too.

Time to stow my stuff, they say.