If you know me, you’ve heard my story of being everywhere but home when I was growing up. Military Schools, full time sleep-away kid-sitters, summer camps. It was a weird blend of disadvantaged and privileged running side by side. The…
My new seat mate raised her hand like scout’s honor. And with that, she plopped down next to me in the first row of First Class. She had just strode onto the airplane, large and in charge and demanded a…
It’d been a long flight from Russia and Peter was walking around like a zombie. He passed through the maze that was the old Pan Am terminal into another, even older terminal. After passing several waiting areas he found what…
I had been upgraded to 1st Class on a business trip to Memphis. It was one of those last flight of the night deals when everyone is in a mellow state; passengers, crew, gate agents. The plane was full save…