It Was
More Fun Traveling Before High Tech
 The
flight to Little Rock was pre-Blackberry, iPhone and all
the rest of them. Directions and information weren’t
instantly available by moving your thumbs around, and as
we approached the airport, I could hear two flight
attendants discussing where they wanted to eat dinner
that night. They had heard of a restaurant called
Cajun’s Wharf but didn't know where it was located. A
nearby passenger chimed in that he had heard it was
great, but he couldn't help them with directions.
Realizing the passengers near them had overheard their
conversation, the attendants looked from one to another
of us, eyebrows arched in question. When they looked at
me, I shrugged and mouthed, “Not from here.” I could
have told them where to get good barbecue in North
Carolina but we were landing in Arkansas. They asked
several other people for the information to no avail.
Finally, one
of the flight attendants clicked on the intercom and
said, "Attention, ladies and gentlemen. If anyone on
board knows the location of the restaurant in Little
Rock named Cajun’s Wharf, please raise your hand."
People chuckled and several hands shot up. "Thank you,"
she said, and proceeded up the aisle to get the
information.
A woman in the
row behind me touched the attendant on the arm when she
passed and said, "Excuse me, Miss, but would you mind
asking if anybody knows the name of a clean, cheap
motel?"
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