Virtually seated here in the tower above the main yard of the Strasburg Rail Road, the oldest continuously chartered railroad in America, if not the world.
How goodly are the days that even approach the delights of working to the sound of the pufferbellies as they meander to and fro across the farm fields of Lancaster County? Now and again, between trains, the sound of the breeze is punctuated by the clip-clop of a horse-drawn buggy as one of the local Amish families make a trip into town.
Taking a break from preparing for a huge pitch with my colleagues for a delightful team dinner at Coasterra in San Diego. As is the case with most restaurants, the majority of the menu was prohibited for me, but this yellowtail this was workable.
Success is about being flexible.
Two reasons I hate flying in Asia during the summer:
Starting the week with a nice view and a cold brew coffee. Now if only someone would open the door…
First flight on a brand new Airbus A321 NEO. Still has that New Plane Smell.
My pre-sabbatical phases is over. The countdown is done.
Now the real journey begins.
One last photo at 5:30am as I head out of the room for my flight home. It kills me to waste perfectly good food, but none of this is on my nutrition program. There are more carbs on this table than in my full day’s allocation.