... with the mask mandate being lifted, perhaps we can come back together as a traveling public, embracing the GOOD that travel brings us.
The sheer realization that all the people around me will soon be soaring through the air -- or just came from there -- reminds me that nowhere is out of reach.
There's something about a place you called home for many years. When you go back, you know the roads, the shortcuts, the scenery. It's familiar ... but not. We lived inside the I495 beltway around Washington DC for several years. We traveled from all three DC area airports for years. We commuted into the city.… Continue reading Home?
I feel a little like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon. I feel like I’m ready to flex my wings, warm and dry them in the sun and feast on all the world has to offer.
Contrails, after all, are visual reminders of how easy it is to travel the world and experience new and exciting things.
A moment in history sparks a lifelong passion ... what will come next?
When the sight of contrails speaks to your sense of longing to travel ... and they are missing from the skies ... what do you see?
Why does flying always make me want to write? It's odd, but soaring over this great nation at 34,000 feet stirs something in my brain that gets my poetic juices flowing. Our co-pilot just welcomed us aboard and, uncharacteristically gave us the route with landmarks ... between Cincinnati and Lexington ... right over Louisville, over… Continue reading Inspiration Comes At the Strangest Times