The Wonder of the Wild Blue Yonder

Because of my perceived need for the freedom to pop up whenever I want, I’m a confirmed aisle-seat guy. But yesterday I was at the bulkhead window for my short hop from Boston to D.C. As we rolled down the runway, my nose was literally pressed to the window. I was amused to realize—after about 6,000 flights and 6,000,000 air miles—that I’m still taken by the whole amazing fact of flight!

(I guess that’s a good thing, since Siberia, Pakistan, and Mauritius are among the near-term stops that appear on my calendar.)