On the back of the airplane seat, in front of me, is an entertainment console with music, movies, diversions.. If I hit a flight tracker button on the console, I can see the path of my current flight in midair, wind speed, plane speed, miles traveled, miles to go.

Checking the flight tracker has become a flight habit of mine.

A  wise person would divide the number of miles traveled by the number of food servings and know that by the third trip down the aisle with the beverage cart, the plane is almost done with its flight.

The worst thing about this flight is that I wave at Denver as we fly over, and I have to board a plane in Minneapolis to fly back to Denver which adds hours to my journey.

These days there is no such thing as a crow flying straight and trips look more like stock market charts than straight lines.

One of these days, Scotttreks will fly around the world without having to backtrack, take direct flights, and eat caviar in First Class.

There will be plenty of legroom and all stewardesses will be knockouts,  hired for their anatomy.

Thinking about good days ahead, in a crumbling world, is another in flight habit of mine.

Scotttreks has become my own personal flight tracker.




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