Flew from Denver to San Francisco today.
My seat-neighbor was a delightful woman named Beverly. We had such a lovely conversation that it took both of our nervous-flyer minds off our fears. I bought us both a drink (Whiskey of course!) and we toasted to the great loves in our lives – me to Marilyn, her to her magnificent husband.
Surely Marilyn is helping God surround me with good people.
Even during the terriffic turbulence that forced the stewards to sit down briefly we laughed and talked on.
What a change.