Another New Day
Good Morning. I’m back. And, as on the preceding trip, I learned something. I enjoy travel, as in flying. I flew to DC, flew back. It was great. I signed up for TSA PreCheck. Got approved. Check in was a breeze. I think I’ll be going places in 2024. Literally and figuratively. First of all, my son-in-law will graduate this summer from the Eisenhower School of National Defense and Resource Strategy. I would like to be there. And friends from my workdays have asked me to come for a visit, and those are now on the books or at least in the planning stages.
And it was fitting that I visited Houston’s Hobby airport during the trip. Back in 1965 it was the site of my first flight. I flew on National Airlines to San Diego California to attend boot camp for the United States Navy. For the longest time, I had trouble with flying. Nerves, anxiety, you name it. Then one day soon after I graduated college and started my business career in the 70s, I faced up to the fact that I had to fly to succeed. I thought of my uncle who flew in a B-17 as a waist gunner during the war, and I thought to myself, I’ve got it easy. I get a seat, with a seatbelt, they feed me, and best of all, no one is shooting at me.
That doesn’t mean there haven’t been harrowing trips. I flew to Frankfurt in October of 2001. That was interesting. And I’ve experienced tons of turbulence and landings where the wind blew the plane sideways. But I’ve been around the world, to Tokyo, Melbourne, Singapore, London, Zurich, Frankfurt and Amsterdam. And now it feels as though it’s time to go again. To perhaps walk the streets of the world’s cities, or maybe just this country. I don’t do bucket lists. But there are places and people I like, and I want to see them again. And I shall because it’s a new day and I’m ready to go.