I’m writing tonight from Boynton Beach, Florida. Palm trees: yes. Cold: no. My story concerns the flight down.
We left early and got to the airport early. Once on the plane it didn’t take long to fall asleep and stay asleep for around two hours.
As I woke up a woman came to my seat and handed me something. I thought it was Maria the flight attendant with whom I’d been speaking earlier.
I looked at the white, thick piece of plastic-coated paper in my hand and wondered what was going on. It was a folded air sickness bag. There was writing inside the folds so I opened it to see what is shown here (click on the photo for a larger view).
By this time the unseen woman was gone, but I stood up and looked toward the galley. My friend Maria took her index finger and pointed to a young woman in the last row. I walked to her. Kristina and her boyfriend were on their way to a cruise. I hope her trip is as rewarding as my trip this morning!
Maybe it’s getting trite? Maybe I’ve said it too many times? I am humbled by the outpouring of affection from my viewers. I don’t quite know what I did to deserve this. You are too kind.