On Air

I happen to love flying. I don't mean traveling. The actual flying part, I enjoy it.

Today we flew over the Grand Canyon. It ranks at the top of the "cool things I've seen from an airplane" list. Among others, seeing the aurora borealis (northern lights) -- I mean, swimming in the lights from our plane -- on my nighttime departure from Anchorage, Alaska; seeing the Space Shuttle in flight while I myself was in flight en route to Orlando; and seeing Niagra Falls from above on a return flight from Asia.

I also revel in the take off. Perhaps this is its own disorder? Mr. Garwood suggested I might have "restless feet syndrome."