The name comes from the fact that this is my first trip as a septuagenarian. So far - Got stuck in a 90 minute traffic jam. I gave myself 4 and a half hours to get to BWI. I got there with an hour to spare. Got hung up in Security. My shorts fell to my feet in the X-ray thing. Then they patted me down because I had a hankie in my back pocket. I was the next to the last passenger to board, so all of the early check in was for naught. I ended up in Row 3, middle. The guy next to me was anti-shade up, so I was in a flying waiting room. Got to Midway and they parked at the total opposite end of the airport from my connection. After a mile hike, I find out my flight is delayed for 2 hours. I don’t get to Vegas until 6. This the last time I do this particular flight. I’ll get up at 4:00 A.M. to get the nonstop.