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I headed back to Texas last weekend for a reunion with my peeps in Austin, a chance to savor the second weekend of fall in our favorite city. The weather actually behaved like autumn, a rare event in Central Texas \u2014 where fall usually doesn\u2019t arrive until mid-November and leaves in early February.<\/p>\n

Winter: Fuggedaboutit. It doesn\u2019t actually exist in Austin.<\/p>\n

But the air was crisp enough in the mornings that my Beautiful Mystery Companion and I were scrambling for outerwear for our morning walk, reveling in the fact that we were forced to do so. I had flown there, while she had driven the five hours west from East Texas.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been flying more often this year than ever before, because the BMC is still in East Texas, and I\u2019m in Kansas. I am grateful that a well-run and convenient small airport is 15 minutes from my house in Junction City, meaning I can print out my boarding pass the night before and show up 30 minutes before the plane takes off. Plus there\u2019s free parking at Manhattan Regional.<\/p>\n

I have taken this trip to Dallas and then either to East Texas or to other rendezvous points roughly a dozen times in the past six months. The folks who work at the airport are familiar faces. The ruddy-faced fellow who operates the scanner gives out stickers to little kids after everyone is seated in the sole gate area.\u00a0 The young woman who checks baggage when I\u2019m forced to do so \u2014 and I try not to since it\u2019s $50 for one bag on a roundtrip \u2014 also waves the orange traffic directors on the tarmac as the jet backs out to head to Dallas. She has double duty.<\/p>\n

Most flights are at least one-third filled with soldiers from Fort Riley. Some soldiers coming back to Manhattan are met with excited spouses and children, greeting a soldier coming home on R&R. They\u2019re invariably holding digital cameras and signs inked on poster boards, held by the children. It\u2019s a humbling sight to see those families, waiting for their loved one, home for just a little while.<\/p>\n

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The small jets have a single flight attendant to attend to the 50 or so passengers. Most flights are full, or close to it. She (so far it\u2019s always been a female) plays a recording with the standard safety message about emergency exits, buckling up, using the seat cushion as a flotation device, to turn off all electronic devices.<\/p>\n

I check and make sure the iPhone in my pocket is off. Yep. For some reason, I always get sleepy as the jet prepares to pull out and take off. I doze off until we begin hurtling down the runway. Then I say a silent prayer and watch out the window until we\u2019re safely in the air, enjoying the top-down view of the terrain.\u00a0 On this trip I think I finally figured out when we were crossing over the Red River as it snakes between Texas and Oklahoma, though it could have been another ribbon of water seen from 26,000 feet.<\/p>\n

I started to doze again, then jerked forward. The Blackberry. I had completely forgotten about the accursed second cell phone in my briefcase, stowed beneath the seat in front of me, my feet propped upon it. It\u2019s my work phone and rarely rings on weekends away. Out of sight, etc. What to do?<\/p>\n

The phone was buried inside a bulky canvas Land\u2019s End briefcase. There would be no subtle way to pull it out and turn it off, especially seated in Row 5, Seat A. I would be outed as a miscreant. For the next 45 minutes, every time the plane bumped in the turbulence, I imagined it was my cell phone accidentally left on that was fouling up the plane\u2019s electronics.<\/p>\n

We landed safely, of course. Just seconds after we touched down, I could feel a vibration beneath my feet. The Blackberry had found a tower and was relaying a voicemail from a few hours earlier. Since we were now allowed to turn our phones on, I listened to the message, which of course was of no consequence.<\/p>\n

I went online to judge the risk at which I had put my fellow passengers. Little or none, it turns out. The prevailing wisdom appears to be that airlines figure there are always a few doofuses who forget to turn off their phones. It\u2019s the fear of 50 disparate cell signals seeking towers that make airlines nervous.<\/p>\n

Lesson learned, though. I will turn off all phones well before getting on a plane. I can\u2019t take the guilt, and I\u2019m certainly not important enough that a phone call can\u2019t wait.<\/p>\n

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