Like many people, this time of year always makes me nostalgic. I think about the past, the present, the future, people I have loved, still love and who I might love some day. I think about love lost and friends gone and love gained and friends who are here. Life is about change, constantly, moving, in flux, and that’s not a bad thing. Memories keep me warm and make me laugh and better than that, they make great writing fodder. My best friend is getting on a plane today to fly to Denver to be with her parents for Thanksgiving holidays. As she was going out the door, she was stressed about making sure she had all her stuff, making sure she got to the airport on time, making sure she had her boarding pass printed, etc. I told her when she got on the plane, have a couple of margaritas. She laughed.
But it reminded me of a trip I took several years ago. We were flying from podunk West Texas to Anchorage, Alaska, and we had to change planes from Midland/Odessa in Houston, and then again in Seattle, Washington. But along the route in Houston, something happened and our plane took off before the other plane even got there. So we were bumped to another flight, and were worried we’d end up missing the next flight in Seattle out to Alaska too, ’cause now we were going to get into Seattle around ten, their time–we needn’t worry, but more on that later.
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