I don’t know if this is a good omen or not, but my seatmate on the flght from Philly to Phoenix is named Tierney. The fellow who owns The Inquirer is is Brian with same last name. No relation.
John T. is one dedicated dad. He’s divorced. His ex lives with their 13-year-old son in Arizona. Every year he flies out AZ to take out his son to a restaurant for a Thanksgiving dinner. He’s sleeping now so I’ll write quietly.
He says he lives in the Poconos. He says US Air has been good, pretty much. The small puddle jumpers are the problem. He’s never missed dinner with his son. Still, he's traveling a day earlier than usual to make it less tense.
We’ve above Albuquerque now. The pilot says we’re about to bumps over the hills. It's 10:45 a.m. We left on time. looks like we’ll arrive on time. Already I’m beating the "Best Life" writer at this. I'll explain in the next post.
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