Going Home to NYC

Last week I had the opportunity to go home.  It’s true, what they say, you can’t go home again.  Things are never the same as what you recall.  Time doesn’t stand still.  It isn’t possible for things to remain the same.  However, home is still home; and there is comfort and memory and deep emotional attachment, both good and bad. Continue reading

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Alaska Airlines and the Brave New World of Flying…

This past weekend I went to Disneyland. I went with my husband and our 9-year-old. It was the first time for both of them, so it was destined to be a fun trip, and it really was. But I was struck AGAIN by how much less pleasant flying has become. Continue reading