Notes from a commercial flight departing Minneapolis St. Paul bound for Anchorage, AK.
The local time is 17:48, but that only matters until the door closes. 1,841 more words
I’ve been a space head since I can remember. I have an early memory of the 4th grade; sitting in an oversized leather chair in my pajamas with my shower-fresh combed hair leafing in amazement through the pages of a coffee table book of sci-fi art and spaceship designs. 1,190 more words