The flights were long, the jet lag even longer, but the airplane itself was home…
Read MoreMy earliest memories are of traveling back and forth on ‘Mr. Continental’ and ‘Mr. American’ from Honduras to Illinois, to see Grandma and Grandpa at Christmas time and feed the cows…
Read MoreI was not sure if it was the copious amount of powdered drink mixes I was buying, or the scandalous amounts of deodorant, followed by the plethora of toothpaste tubes rattling on the conveyor belt to the scanner in their crisp cardboard boxes—but it must have been eye catching...
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