Dear Reader:
Who knows if it is “good morning,” “good afternoon” or just “good grief.” I am pretty sure I got on this airplane back in Houston about a week ago. At first it was really fun – you know, the packing, the shopping for all the great snacks and trashy magazines for the fun ride. By the time I actually got on the plane and found my little 12-inch space, I had absolutely nowhere to put all that great stuff I brought to entertain myself. Read complete article at OurTribune.com.