Jumping Puddles

I got a window seat.

It was a beautiful day for flying in a Cessna 410 from Boston to Albany, then from Albany to Ogdensburg, N.Y.

I sat in the seat behind the pilot and could smell her perfume. That's how tight you're packed in. In fact, I had to be careful not to kick her seat.

A nap was out of the question with no head rest.

I tried to put out of my mind that there was no co-pilot.

So we bumped along, took in the scenery and arrived safely at our destination.

But not without a few white knuckles.

Comments

[Jill]

Those planes are very small. I've taken them over to the Vineyard.