Boarding Pass
Gratefully I sink into my seat. It is going to be a very long flight. NEWARK, my boarding pass says, but it’s just another destination at the end of yet another flight.I usually prefer to sit on the aisle but none of those seats are available and I feel lucky to even get a window. True, it’s in the very last row of the plane, but at least I don’t have to endure the three hours sandwiched into a middle seat between an ex-pro football player and a mother with a screaming infant. And with any...
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