Happy Con-Trails To You . . .
Today it seems, now matter what direction I look in, there are contrails disapating in the sky.
The airport must be a busy place today. It's over 30 miles northeast from us. I often wonder where the traveler is going when I see one of these. I used to love to fly.
The last time I flew was in 1995.
From Chicago to Portland and back.
So much has changed about flying that I used to like.
Now I stay on the ground and look up!
Kinda like it that way.
For now . . .
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