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I'm out on an early flight this morning, and already up at omigosh-thirty. I used to like flying, but that was years ago when passengers were treated ... well, better than they are today. Like adults, rather than a cattle call with uniformed wranglers intoning, "Moooooove along."

I never flew before the age of 18; it had always seemed to me that flying was only for the well-to-do, the movers and shakers, and movie stars. The idea of regular folks getting on a plane was fantastical ... at least to me. But once I enlisted in the Navy, that all changed.

Flying seemed glamorous to me, back then. The seats were larger (although I was admittedly thinner). These days, it's less an event, and more a process to be endured. Nevertheless, there are times when getting from Point A to Point B requires something faster than an automobile. Since I didn't have 14 extra days available for a round-trip drive ... airplanes it is.

So, we're leaving for the airport soon; my hosts have been exceptionally gracious in accommodating my schedule. D & S, you guys are the best. I hope I can return the favor someday soon.

And now, it's time for that last-minute check to make sure I've had my shots, got my ear tag updated, and bell firmly fastened on collar.  Sigh.

p.s.  I will be posting soon about a wonderful li'l toy I was shown. It involves the number 32, the letters S & W, and has a wheel AND an octagonal barrel.