view from seat 12a
FLIGHT 111, NY TO TAMPA
November 1995
Flying down to Florida at Thanksgiving
for to see my then-gal Libby, I didn't bother getting my camera down from
the overhead at first b/c I thought the gold-burnished rivers of Chesapeake
would be fleeting, but engine droned and finally I got up the nerve to be
so rude as to climb across knees of my neighbors to snap several of these,
somewhat sad knowing the best was behind
me.