Musings of a Marketing Maven

Despite hav­ing an iPhone app for tweet­ing, my per­fect Twit­ter moment eluded me. On the day I was dying to answer TweetDeck’s “what are you doing” ques­tion, I wasn’t car­ry­ing an iPhone.

Sev­eral Sun­days ago my hus­band and I were kayak­ing in the golden light of a late after­noon on Cape Cod waters. Sud­denly our zen-like seren­ity was shat­tered by the ear-splitting roar of a 747’s jet engines.

To our shock there was Air Force One, lum­ber­ing just a few thou­sand feet over­head, shortly after take-off. It was so close, it filled up the sky.

With my hands full of kayak pad­dles, a mile away from my iPhone, there was no way to tell Tweet­Deck what I had just seen and heard.

How did this happen?

We were just a cou­ple of miles as the crow flies from the run­way where the President’s 747 took off en route back to D.C. We were kayak­ing in a bay about mid­way between Martha’s Vine­yard (where the Oba­mas vaca­tioned) and a for­mer Air Force base – the only pos­si­ble place on Cape Cod capa­ble of land­ing Air Force One. (The other air­ports can only accom­mo­date heli­copters or small com­muter planes.) Hence our shock at hav­ing a 747 so close overhead.

When you live far from D.C., this is not what you expect when kayak­ing the coastal waters…

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