Fiorello LaKennedy

Not my photoshop handiwork. Alf would have been on field.

Fly from Berlin to JFK. Meet the Jersey fam for fun dinner in Manhattan. (Dad fetched me at JFK and brought me to hotel later -- because my flight times are designed, apparently, to inconvenience him as much as possible.) Crash at an airport by LGA, where my flight leaves from early the next morning.

Get on airport shuttle. Spend 30 seconds trying to get seat belt to work, but it keeps getting stuck (not unlike the bonus scene in "Where's Owen" with Laurie, Mike and the Jetta. Jetta). So I finally give up, thinking "It's a three-minute ride -- what could happen?"

Dun-Dun-Duuuuuuuuuun.

We're just about at terminal when a woman in back row of shuttle walks up to front and begins to ask driver a question, distracting him for just a second.

Then the others in my row yell, "whoa!" just in time for the driver to swerve left and (very narrowly) avoid plowing into the back of a truck that made an aggressive lane change to an off-ramp.

Good morning!

Then the people in that row yell at the girl. "It's not safe to stand there -- you would have died if we hit the truck!"

(And seat belt-less Jon would have been launched, hopefully, into the seat in front of him. Or possibly into the truck in front of him.)

The driver, who was partly at fault here, says, "um... yeah."

Girl apologizes, returns to her seat.

The Mets play nearby. Ostensibly.

Now off to PV via Tejas.

The Mets don't play in PV. But Rider College does.