Two times I have flown over the Holidays. Destination Tucson, Arizona - for upside down turkey compliments of my brother Michael and his wife Vicki.
The first time was just after Sept. 11, 2001 and nerves were high – my octogenarian father was pulled aside and his penknife was confiscated. The flights were long and drawn out and weary. It was nervewracking. I can’t remember if we were on time; the important thing was that we made it.
Fast forward to this past Thanksgiving, I was greeted on the sidewalk at Hancock Airport by a Delta rep. He took my bag and issued my ticket I had ordered on line...