Travel Feeling

Window Seat at 40,000 Feet

Having flown millions of miles, around the globe, for years and years, why is it that I am sitting in the lounge, before dawn feeling happy about doing it again?

There is no end to the aggravation I feel with airlines.  American dinged me for $60 to check bags today, and lied to me on the phone about the change fees I incurred when I avoided the great DFW shut-down mess.  But that is what one expects from American, isn't it?  Assholes.

But in my highly compartmentalized brain, I am sitting in my travel cocoon, looking forward to another visit to an the most interesting city on the planet.  NYC!

Chrysler's Magnificent Building