Woke up this A.M. and had that funny feeling in my stomach.

Butterflies.

It's close, thinking about the ride to the Airport,
plane, the weather and what awaits this guy in Jamaica.

All I need to feel better is the sound and feeling of the brakes gripping on touch down.
I always pretend I'm the Pilot and say to my self,

"Brakes!!, reverse Thrusters!!!!!!
Then when the planes slows to a crawl, a rush comes over my body
and a big/huge/enormous smile comes over my whole face.
I must look like a crazy nut to all on the plane.

Last thing before leaving the plane is a shout through the Pilot's cabin door

"Thanks, Good job Captain!!"