My dream trip still involves us going to the airport with nothing but the clothes on our backs, our passports, and an American Express card, pointing to the departure board and saying, “let’s go THERE!” We’ll get what we need at the other end.
Category: Flying
The Sky and Stars Beckon
A moment in history sparks a lifelong passion ... what will come next?
America Strong!
For those of you who love a good window-rattling, heart-stopping jet flyover, you’re surely missing your favorite summer air show. The US Air Force Thunderbirds and the US Navy Blue Angels, our nation’s premiere military aerial demonstration teams have both cancelled the 2020 season due to the coronavirus pandemic restrictions. Don’t go to their websites… Continue reading America Strong!
That One Afternoon Contrail
When the sight of contrails speaks to your sense of longing to travel ... and they are missing from the skies ... what do you see?
Wanderlust, Moving and A World of Change
A friend from high school recently moved to a new home. It was one of several she’s made in recent years. She and I are very alike that way. In the past eight years I have had six homes. That’s six full-scale, move-everything-you-own-to-a-new-place homes. Packing and unpacking are routine chores. In fact, we grew up… Continue reading Wanderlust, Moving and A World of Change
Travel … or Escape?
I am a writer and travel is my muse. Almost every time I board a plane or a train or even get into a car for a road trip my mind begins to work up some sort of story or thought. I have napkins full of scribbled thoughts. I have filled the margins of the… Continue reading Travel … or Escape?
Night Flight
The moonlit landscape below is magnificent. Snow and mountain make dappled patterns in the moonlight. Desolation all around, except for the occasional ranch or small town sitting in a valley below.
From Exes to Ohs
Greg and I make no secret of the fact that we are each other’s third wife/husband. One of the things we say is that it took three tries to get it right. It’s only half in jest. We both recognize that with age comes a self-awareness and comfort that makes it easier to know what… Continue reading From Exes to Ohs
Flying is His Happy Place
I wake from a quick nap at 37,000 feet and look over at Greg. He’s in his happy place -- the window seat this time. We take turns because we both love looking out the window as we fly. He doesn’t see me looking at him. He is turned away; his face is pressed against the… Continue reading Flying is His Happy Place
Why I Fly
From my earliest days, I wanted to fly. As a youngster, I was fortunate to fly commercially before airliners became nothing more than airborne buses and coats and ties were de rigueur. Flights in Lockheed Electras, Convair 440s, Boeing 707s and DC-8s had me glued to the window as the earth fell away during takeoff.… Continue reading Why I Fly
