Even When I'm Flying!

All it took was for us to smile wryly at each other when the stewardess commented that the weather in Dallas, our layover point, was a balmy 84 and not expected to go over 100 degrees. Then, of course, we started talking. By the time we had made it halfway to Dallas I had sold my seatmate a book. At one point, she said, "Well, it sounds like there are some good things in there." And I said, "Oh, yes, there are really good things in there!" She laughed and I realized that it was immodest of me to say that about my book, but it didn't feel that way because it is a wonderful book, not because I am wonderful, but because the ideas are wonderful. I didn't think them up you see, I just saw them and wrote them down.

Besides an interminable wait to take off at Dallas that made us late getting into DC, the flight went smoothly. I hooked up with my brother for dinner and then we had a great time playing on our respective computers for hours.