Here it is just a few days after our massive party, and I'm flying to Indiana to attend my niece's graduation from high school. My plane leaves Baltimore in the morning, I get to Indiana in the afternoon, and then on Saturday night I head back, arriving in Baltimore around Midnight. Whew!
I only travel by air once a year or so. I enjoy it but I'm never 100% comfortable; it's too easy to imagine what it would be like if something bad happened. This is, of course, an irrational fear since the odds of it happening are very small. But I'm sure those odds have never comforted anyone caught in an accident.
Once I'm back on the ground, I thoroughly enjoy the fact that I've flown.
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