So, I only flew once -- to Texas -- last year. And, getting myself up in that plane was a real challenge. Now, as of tomorrow, I will have already flown twice in 2003. I'm going to Japan and will be flying for about eleven hours. And, frankly I'm petrified. Today, I also made reservations for this year's flight to Texas and a flight to Chicago. Immersion not aversion is the key to getting over fears, I guess. Still, I'd be a whole lot happier if I didn't perform my little flight reservation ritual where I read the various flight numbers aloud while saying "More on the tragedy of flight xx" to see which numbers stand out as disaster-report friendly.
Last Saturday, after feeling particularly gloomy about not being able to see my family for the holidays, we booked a flight to North Carolina. We arrived today and it was a complete surprise to them. I'm getting used to smoking in restaurants and people that say ya'll and aren't trying to be funny or cute. We'll be heading to Charleston, SC for a one-day vacation next week.
I just flashed back on the time I made my mother buy some microwave popcorn because Paul Harvey said I had to try it. That man knows how to endorse a product. To this day, I confuse the news with the advertising truth.