US2027 BOS DCA 0900 1030 319 3A was 1C was 2F was 1C US Air always assigns me 1C these days, despite my asking for 2F, and I always go on line and cancel 1C in favor of 2F, and when I go to print my boarding pass, it comes out 1C anyhow. I went up to the desk and alerted them to my very first-world problem; I was informed that 2F had been snapped up, oh well. The guy in 3B was this guy Mark whose job was to interpose himself between factions of Unitarians fighting over nothing and try to mediate. We had a conversation, mostly about stress and how to avoid it. I suggested not dealing so much with Unitarians. Hard when one is contracted to UUA I guess. A FA whom I remember from way back, Mary Kay, gave us great service, keeping us in snacks, but Shane, who was working the back, came to visit and gave us a few laughs. I had an hour to kill and had the choice of lunching yet again on ribeye at Sam & Harry's or at the club on bagels and red wine. I opted for the wine, Canyon Road Cabernet, which was perhaps a bargain at free and a buck tip. DL2339 DCA ATL 1200 1351 M90 25B As used to be the case at United, boarding zone 1 is really the 4th zone to be called. Lame and halt first, then first class, then Sky Priority, then zone 1. Until recently, Delta thought I was MVP Gold (I am in fact ordinary MVP) and gave me Sky Priority. Now they've tumbled to the truth, I board with the lowly silvers, and I wouldn't give a dime for my upgrade chances. So I reserve whatever thrones I can get. This seat is by itself by the overwing exit, and I don't understand why the elites don't jump all over it, as it has great legroom, double-size carry-on space, nobody next to you yammering in your face. It doesn't recline, though, but that's not a big deal, as I don't recline except on Continental, whose seats are way too upright for a sloucher like me. The grumpyish DTW-based crew was not a factor, as I slept through the flight, except twice this black-haired lady woke me, the first time to scream about the Sky Miles American Express card, the second to whap me on the shoulder, saying, "seatback forward," which I wouldn't have quibbled at so much but that not only was my seat not reclined, it couldn't recline. We landed 10 early, and I was tempted to go find some fried chicken but decided to wait for a Schweinshaxe later. I hate ATL airport. I'm not a great fan of the city, but the airport is about as nasty a one as I know. There are obnoxiously huge airports and obnoxiously crowded airports but few obnoxiously huge and crowded airports, and this is one of them. I closed my eyes and ears and hurried on to my next gate, which, though it was only one terminal away, took almost my entire layover to get to, as the train was as overloaded as could be, and the tunnel reminded me more like New York at rush hour than anything else. DL 792 ATL DSM 1456 1610 M88 33A This might be the best seat on the plane for those who have the foresight to carry earplugs - if you really stretch out, you might be able to play footsie with the occupant of the jumpseat, but it is about 2 feet from the engine intake, which has its disadvantages. The CVG-based crew was much jollier than the previous one. We had snacks and Cokes served with a smile, plus they were much less obnoxious about hawking the credit card than the other crew had been. A pretty decent flight, not too bumpy despite many clouds. We landed a little early.