Einstein was once traveling from Princeton on a train when the conductor came down the aisle, punching the tickets of every passenger. When he came to Einstein, Einstein reached in his vest pocket. He couldn’t find his ticket, so he reached in his trouser pockets. It wasn’t there, so he looked in his briefcase but couldn’t find it. Then he looked in the seat beside him. He still couldn’t find it.
The conductor said, “Dr. Einstein, I know who you are. We all know who you are. I’m sure you bought a ticket. Don’t worry about it.”
Einstein nodded appreciatively. The conductor continued down the aisle punching tickets. As he was ready to move to the next car, he turned around and saw the great physicist down on his hands and knees looking under his seat for his ticket.
The conductor rushed back and said, “Dr. Einstein, Dr. Einstein, don’t worry, I know who you are. No problem. You don’t need a ticket. I’m sure you bought one.”
Einstein looked at him and said, “Young man, I too, know who I am. What I don’t know is where I’m going.”

This is a true life story in my life as well.

I had recently joined a new firm in Omaha, Neb, and was on my first trip for the firm. In my previous employment, all travel details were taken care of by staff, all I had to do wa pick up tickets, etc, and be on my way. This firm was not as well organized, especially when it came to travel. Details were pretty much up to the traveler. I headed to the airport, arrived in St Louis, my destination, went to the rental car counter, picked up p/w for my car, and headed to the garage. I opened the door, sat down, and it suddenly hit me. I didn't have a clue of what hotel I was booked. By this time, the office was closed, and I never felt so alone in my life. I called a couple of contemporaries in the office, asked what hotel we generally visited when in St Louis. They gave me a couple names, and a few more phone calls, I located my reserved hotel. Lessoned learned. When you don't have someone to do it for you, you havetodo it "yo sef!"

Einstein was once traveling from Princeton on a train when the conductor came down the aisle, punching the tickets of every passenger. When he came to Einstein, Einstein reached in his vest pocket. He couldn’t find his ticket, so he reached in his trouser pockets. It wasn’t there, so he looked in his briefcase but couldn’t find it. Then he looked in the seat beside him. He still couldn’t find it.
The conductor said, “Dr. Einstein, I know who you are. We all know who you are. I’m sure you bought a ticket. Don’t worry about it.”
Einstein nodded appreciatively. The conductor continued down the aisle punching tickets. As he was ready to move to the next car, he turned around and saw the great physicist down on his hands and knees looking under his seat for his ticket.
The conductor rushed back and said, “Dr. Einstein, Dr. Einstein, don’t worry, I know who you are. No problem. You don’t need a ticket. I’m sure you bought one.”
Einstein looked at him and said, “Young man, I too, know who I am. What I don’t know is where I’m going.”

This is a true life story in my life as well.

I had recently joined a new firm in Omaha, Neb, and was on my first trip for the firm. In my previous employment, all travel details were taken care of by staff, all I had to do wa pick up tickets, etc, and be on my way. This firm was not as well organized, especially when it came to travel. Details were pretty much up to the traveler. I headed to the airport, arrived in St Louis, my destination, went to the rental car counter, picked up p/w for my car, and headed to the garage. I opened the door, sat down, and it suddenly hit me. I didn't have a clue of what hotel I was booked. By this time, the office was closed, and I never felt so alone in my life. I called a couple of contemporaries in the office, asked what hotel we generally visited when in St Louis. They gave me a couple names, and a few more phone calls, I located my reserved hotel. Lessoned learned. When you don't have someone to do it for you, you havetodo it "yo sef!"

I once went to pick up a colleague at the airport at a distant city where we were to meet. I got to the airport early and was waiting for His flight to arrive. This was in the days before cell phones. I waited for a very long time. I waited and waited. I was waiting at the arrivals area for his airline. I finally decided he must have missed the plane or something.

I went back to the hotel and he was not there. About an hour later he showed up. He asked me where the )$/+&%+-)-‘&@# I had been. I said I was at the airport waiting for you to arrive. He said he waited for me and when I didn’t show up he got alternate transportation.

I asked him where he waited for me. He said outside the departure gate. I said I was at the arrivals gate. Opposite side of the terminal from each other. He felt that since he was departing the airport he must be in the right place and I felt since he was arriving I was in the right place.

Chuck

When I travel to Philadelphia I take the train. There isn't one from the Lehigh Valley so a drive 30 miles south is required. Once I missed the exit for Colmar, PA and was searching for the next train station along the way. Finally I exited and pulled alongside a lady in an SUV, asked her to roll down her window and asked if she could tell me where a train station was. She said to follow her, she was headed to one. When we arrived, she told me to hurry, the train was due. I bought a ticket and jumped on the train as it had arrived by then. I attended the Flower Show in Philly and about 9:30 that night jumped on he train to head home. It was then I realized I had no idea what stop I had left from. There were about a dozen choices! After describing the layout of the station, the conductor suggested one, got there -- nope, jumped back on the train. Farther on the track split and the train I was on headed to NJ so I jumped off at the last stop in PA. Fortunately there were a few passengers still on the platform and one recognized the layout of the station I described. She told me another train would be along in about 10 minutes -- get on that one and off at the next stop. She was right! Thoughts of having to call my wife and explain how she needed to come get me and drive station to station until the car was found was not pleasant!

I once went to pick up a colleague at the airport at a distant city where we were to meet. I got to the airport early and was waiting for His flight to arrive. This was in the days before cell phones. I waited for a very long time. I waited and waited. I was waiting at the arrivals area for his airline. I finally decided he must have missed the plane or something.

I went back to the hotel and he was not there. About an hour later he showed up. He asked me where the )$/+&%+-)-‘&@# I had been. I said I was at the airport waiting for you to arrive. He said he waited for me and when I didn’t show up he got alternate transportation.

I asked him where he waited for me. He said outside the departure gate. I said I was at the arrivals gate. Opposite side of the terminal from each other. He felt that since he was departing the airport he must be in the right place and I felt since he was arriving I was in the right place.

Chuck

I once went to pick up a colleague at the airport at a distant city where we were to meet. I got to the airport early and was waiting for His flight to arrive. This was in the days before cell phones. I waited for a very long time. I waited and waited. I was waiting at the arrivals area for his airline. I finally decided he must have missed the plane or something.

I went back to the hotel and he was not there. About an hour later he showed up. He asked me where the )$/+&%+-)-‘&@# I had been. I said I was at the airport waiting for you to arrive. He said he waited for me and when I didn’t show up he got alternate transportation.

I asked him where he waited for me. He said outside the departure gate. I said I was at the arrivals gate. Opposite side of the terminal from each other. He felt that since he was departing the airport he must be in the right place and I felt since he was arriving I was in the right place.

Chuck

I've two times where air travel has been a major problem. Once on a rush flight into Canada I'm rusing down the concourse and my ticket falls out of my pants pocket. Missed that flight which caused me to miss a once a week flight into NW Territories.
Then I'm traveling to Columbia, during all the kidnapping's. I'm shooting for an oil company who made all the arrangements. I don't speak Spanish, so an 'agent' was supposed to guide me in that process. Upon arrival he wasn't there, but several soldiers with gun were and I'm standing around like an lost dog. I finally just decided to take a cab to the hotel but I'm concerned with all my equipment and my lack of language. I finally found a cab where the driver way propped on his hood playing his guitar with his son with him, so I took a chance and it worked out. So happens that another individual was also traveling who was with the same company name, so he got my agent! Nearly the same thing happened in Brazil with no agent to meet me. So a cab ride to the corporate office got some action, as I immediately had to catch another plane to the interior for oil patch work. Traveling/sleeping/ and shooting took their toll on me. I got back with about 3 hours to spare to take my daughter to a girl scout event! I thought about being kidnapped where a corporate executive might be rescued for a couple mil, but some 'gig' photographer... nothing!