An account of the day I began to hate flying.

I’m leaving soon to pick up my friends Hans and Christyn from the airport and it reminded me I haven’t yet blogged about our trip back to California.  I will forever remember it as the day I began to hate flying.  I’ve only been flying regularly for about two years now, and I have always tried to remain optimistic about it.  My introduction to flying was in July of 2001, right before 9-11.  It was a one hour flight from Charlotte to New York and we all got a full lunch on board!  Those were the good old days…