From Phoenix to Boston

The plane is full. Exasperated passengers try almost in vain to stow their luggage in the overhead bins. A long-haired young man smiles, even though a bossy flight attendant puts his bag somewhere else. In the commotion around me, laptop on my knees, I wait for the takeoff on my return flight from Phoenix to Boston.

In a split second, screams and sobs are transformed into giggles.

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February 19, 2001
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