A confession: As a young man I was a physical coward. Well, let me rephrase that. As a young man certain situations scared me enough that I would go to elaborate lengths to avoid said situations.
Sitting in a cramped seat eight miles high, breathing stale, recycled air, with just a couple inches of steel between me and eternity–that was one of those situations.
Problem is, as a young man, I also traveled a good deal between Europe and the West Coast of the United States. (more…)




