... then I spotted the green trees and fields that bordered the Mississippi River as we crossed over Louisiana.
... with the mask mandate being lifted, perhaps we can come back together as a traveling public, embracing the GOOD that travel brings us.
No conversations pierced the silence. No babies cried.
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.
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?
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
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.
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
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