Travel and Sickness

Last week, I got on a Cessna 420 c Golden Eagle to fly from Bar Harbor, Maine to Boston, Massachusetts. After five hours waiting in a fancy-schmancy lounge run by corporate credit card folks, I hopped on another plane — a real plane — and headed to Kansas City, Missouri. That plane ride was uneventful.

The Cessna ride, on the other hand, was quite the experience. I actually thought the flight was going to be cancelled. There was a gale wind warning when we took off and instead of being on a plane, I felt like I was on a wild bull at a Kansas City rodeo! (Prior to take off, a woman said to all of us in the waiting area, “We’re all in this together.” I laughed, but no else did. Not sure why.)