Going Home
Two weeks ago, to the day, at 2 in the morning I boarded the plane in Alaska. Destination... Phoenix, Philadelphia, and New York. When I left Alaska, it was about 20 degrees. We had felt the sting of winter in the previous days. I left the snow and ice behind and arrived in Phoenix, Arizona where it was a pleasant 73 degrees in November. I browsed a few stores during my layover, enjoyed the warm air, picked up more souvenirs, and pondered my very first flight. Flying was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. The turbulence was frightening at first, but I soon realized that no one on the plane was upset by it but me. The 5 hour flight into Arizona was pretty long, but I was overcome by sleep about halfway through the flight and that seemed to speed things up. By the time I reached Philadelphia, Pennsylvania from Arizona, I was a pro at flying. The 35 minute flight from Pennsylvania to Newburgh, New York was a cake walk...