The Last Huzzah

We had a little more than 24 hours left before we came to the end of our South American adventure returning to work, school, life and (thankfully) the dense and over-abundant air of the Midwest. We’d had our fill of coca, ceviche, and chubs and were properly terrified as we saw our lives flash before … More The Last Huzzah

Breathless

It’s a known fact that every flight has a crying baby, at least one mouthy complainer and a small flock of anxious worriers. They have to, I’m pretty sure it’s obligatory. Nevertheless, I’m always a bit peeved to find them on board, and there is something about me that draws the aforementioned to my general … More Breathless