Birmingham, Al.-First off, my apologies for the glaring absence of a picture in today’s post. Actually, I have no reason to apologize. It’s actually all the fault of the Marriott’s Business Center, which has three beautiful looking computers, however they are all programmed to run on some limited operating system that only allows for usage of the Internet, Word, Excel, PowerPoint, and Adobe Acrobat. In other words there is no program available for photo-editing or resizing. I had the option of running a huge picture of an airplane wing soaring over blue skies sparsely separated by white clouds, but I figured I was better off just waiting for my return to post the pictures. That said, Forty5 Days will likely be imageless until Monday night. My apologies?
Anyways, the reason for the title of today’s post (obviously a spin off of the ‘Fight or Flight‘ response to triggers to the nervous system) is because I took to the blue skies for the first time today since I was about eight years old. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit wary of the whole process. Despite 30 (or has it been 40? 50?) years of commercial airline success, something about the idea of an awkwardly shaped piece of metal gliding 10,000 feet in the air makes me a bit uneasy. Well, thanks to today’s flight (and a favorable next-seat neighbor) this whole air traffic thing is starting to win me over.
That being said, I am in Birmingham. The next couple days will be hectic. I think I already witnessed a drug deal (amazing how I can live in Philadelphia for near 20 years and notice a deal in Birmingham way easier than in my home town). I’ll do my best to keep you posted (sans the aesthetics).
Oh, by the way. This blog (as it was originally planned) has less than a week left in its existence. I’m open for suggestions. Bag it? Perhaps. We’ll see if we can come up with something more favorable.
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