Last week, Chrissie and I took a quick flight from Gilbert to Provo, Utah. We were delayed an hour or so, as expected. (I won’t mention the name of the airline, but it kinda rhymes with “deficient.”) Eventually we got seated and were looking forward to a very short flight. When it works right it is just a little over an hour. The pilot taxied out to the runway, told the flight crew to take a seat, and we were off. We began rolling down ...
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