We had crew change today so I flew to New Orleans this morning.

It's Thanksgiving Day, so I was curious to see what the airports would be like on such a big Holiday. Here's what I learned.

First, the lack of traffic on the roads to the airport was quite noticeable which was very cool.

Generally speaking, the people traffic at the airports was down quite a bit,

not so many people milling around the concourse which meant the line at the coffee shop was quite tolerable and the men's room was almost empty. One goes with the other.

My plane was packed to the gills, which tells me the airlines cut back

on the number of flights.

The ratio of children to adults was much higher for obvious reasons, which scared me, but my flight was uneventful as far as those little antsy, screaming passengers go. Everyone must have been on their best behavior.

The boat was heading up the Mississippi River so our crew took a pilot boat out to the tug and hopped on as the tug just kept on going, never missing a beat.

Let me get back to the message at hand. Thanksgiving is a day to give thanks, as we all know.

I have proof that this is indeed the case.

On my desk at home is a framed note my Dad wrote to my Mom many years ago.

My sister shared this with me when we were doing the old, cleaning out of the parents house.

I really liked it, so I framed it.

Pretty cool, wouldn't you agree?