Because we were taking so little, departure day wasn’t frantic–but somehow still busy. Connie very nicely drove us to the Junction, and before we knew it we were sitting having a quick bite at Newark Airport. We were delayed by about an hour, which was fine, since I hate early evening flights to Europe (we were scheduled for 7:30).
Although the plane was very full, I hit the jackpot: an aisle seat with a young, very chatty Japanese-American colonial historian at the window. She had an offer from Strathclyde, and they were flying her business, but the section was full and the airline had given her two seats! Among her other quirks was the fear that she would have to climb over me while I slept. So we traded places, and I slept pretty well, considering how early we left.