I have been a happy passenger of All Nippon Airlines for two decades. They are my exclusive carrier for my transpacific commute.
Yesterday I received this little token from the ANA folks.
Safe, comfortable, friendly, and thoughtful: that’s why I fly with them.
I’m done with picking redeye flights for the sake of saving a few dollars. The circadian disruption is just brutal, leaving me with jet lag even when I’m flying from LA to Seattle.
One of the redeeming bits about business travel is that it affords the opportunity to discover places to perch. Finding a comfortable, cool little nook or cranny to work, to chat, to read, to write, or to just hang out are the secret joys of travel on the company dime.
I discovered Six Degrees Orcutt in search of breakfast and brew last year. Their overnight oats are superb, and their coffee even better, all in a tiny little line of stores in a village south of Santa Maria.
A total lunar eclipse during a Blue Moon last happened in 1860. I figure it was worth losing a couple of hours of sleep to behold.
The hot winds are blowing out of the Northeast again today, driving January mid-day temperatures into the high 80s. But stepping out this morning to take the kid to the school bus was a delight. The sky was a faded pink, the breezes warm and pleasant. We drove to the bus stop with the windows down, and when we parked alongside the harbor, the wind chimes from half a dozen porches made for an unusually beguiling cacophony.
He turned to me and said, “okay, I love the Santanas now.”
I was so pleased that I didn’t bother to mention that six hours hence, when the temperature at his fire-scarred hilltop school approached triple-digits, he might hold a different opinion.
A little over a year ago I began a blog I called “The Thousand Books Project,” chronicling the project I had set myself to read 1,000 meaningful books in the next thirty-odd years (presuming, of course, that the Almighty allows me to live that long.”
Last week I realized that I could not sustain it as an independent blog – I’m simply not yet reading that quickly.
So, with your permission and indulgence, I am folding that blog into this one as a section or column.
Let me know if this all gets too literary.
The kid is close. Real close.
The dunk won’t get him a scholarship, but it would probably make him really happy.
Seriously, though, he gets way more air than I ever did. Must be his Chinese half. We Jews need planes to fly. 😎
90 minutes flat from my downtown Beijing hotel to the gate at Capital Airport. I’m chuffed.
You don’t need a doppio espresso until you need one real bad.
I needed one real bad before my meetings in Shanghai this morning.
I didn’t earn this patch in the same way as I did most of those in this column. Nonetheless, having taken my family to visit over a dozen national parks in three years, and having hiked a few National Parks, National Monuments, and National Forests, I figure I’d earned this anyway.