“Nothing better to do on the plane” haiku, from July 2:

Scenic vacation
Gorgeous start; concrete runway’s
Best I’ve ever seen

It’s sardine city
Gill to gill, but at least we
Haven’t lost our heads

Overhead bins packed
40 of them, inch to spare
Attendant genius

Takeoff delay gives
People more time to not read
Books they brought with them

Runway memorized,
Silent wife trying to sleep
Time to people watch

Hmmm, can see only
Backs of heads; there’s some really
Bad hair on this flight

Gal across the aisle
Nose stud, tatoo, hair died black
Must be the real she

PA says “Carey,
Cody, Rita are our team”
— Or 3 Mouseketeers

Whoever they are
They sure talk fast; safety spiel
Breaks sound barrier

At last we’re aloft
iPads, iPods, iTouches
Somewhere, Steve Jobs smiles

“Waitress in the Sky”
Replacements’ song put them down
But man, what service

Coffee, snacks, refills
Blinding smiles, blonde hair, nice bods
Shallow male’s happy

Bathroom break, best to
Have a plan going in, there’s
No room to change mind

One in-flight bummer:
Noise canceling headphones mean
I can’t hear Ramones

Out the window, clouds
Then canyons, light and shadow
Etched into the Earth

Approaching LA
Swimming pools dot the landscape
Like little blue pills

Man at airport shouts
“I want a divorce!” Will she
Be his LA ex-?

KC to LA
Two extra hours appear
Straight from Twilight Zone