Flying

If I were to write a (very late) blog today, this is what it would say: 3 months of silence. Followed by 1 week of crazy. Beat.  Sapped.  Tired. But happy. Ate so much. Ran so fast. Didn’t really sleep. Got something I was hoping for. Love my friends gobs. And gobs and gobs. Like,…

But if you are using Internet Explorer and you CAN read this, then please disregard – the problem must be fixed?  In any case, down with IE. Let me tell you about a couple of great things that have happened.  Warning: this post has no unifying thread aside from my two hands, my ten fingers,…

A notorious over-packer, I recently flew back from a 2-day trip to Seattle with a suitcase weighing in at 49.5 lbs. – one shoe away from the overweight charge.  And that’s not to mention anything of my second suitcase. Travel this weekend, I was determined, would be different. Flying to Kansas City on Friday night,…

There’s this fantastic thing that happens whenever I fly into Seattle at night. The approach is always from the southeast, and I start watching for the city about 25 minutes before landing, as soon as the captain announces “our initial descent.” Pretty soon, the orange lights begin to twinkle in the distance. We fly over…

Last night, I flew from Seattle back to Nashville. If there is one thing that I love about Southwest Airlines, it is the little travel snack box that they pass out to passengers. It is here, and only here, that I allow myself to indulge my secret shame. Ritz. Cracker. Cheese. Sandwiches. Oh yes, you…