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.)
Before blogging became all the rage, Tom was posting book reviews and Observations (essentially early blog posts) to this site. You can find the archives below.