Strings attached. I think it was September 1985. We were sitting out on a poolside area at the Intercontinental Hotel on the Island of Maui, Hawaii. The topic of discussion was why was America in Vietnam. Certainly a heavy discussion for the time and place. One person in our midst was a pilot for PanAmContinue reading

Flight attendant, where’s the barf bags?

Up up and away. My preference is to fly alone.  I can relax and not be bothered with others flying issues.  It gets complicated when others that demand my attention.  Especially when my oldest and youngest daughters had flown with me. Let me explain.  The most stressful flying was when traveling with my two daughtersContinue reading “Flight attendant, where’s the barf bags?”