No, I’m not afraid of the lanky, silver-haired Democratic politician.
All in Travel
Would it be child neglect to put the 3-year-old to sleep in her port-a-crib, turn on the baby monitor and slip up to the moonlit bar for a cocktail?
I was secretly hoping they’d put little SG in a middle seat bookended by strangers. Hey, you buy a cheap ticket, you take the chance that you’ll be sitting next to a tiny chatterbox who’s not reliably potty trained.
He said his name was Mark. He was a retired house painter from Portland. He’d driven to the park with his son earlier in the week and they planned to head home the next day.
If you’ve never been to Glacier National Park in Montana these amatuerish photos may whet your appetite but they don’t begin to capture the majesty of the place. You have to see it for yourself.
For the next week I’ll be hiking with my sister-in-law, armed with nothing but bear spray, Swiss Army knives and our sharp wits.
I just flew to Memphis and back in absolutely packed Delta aircraft. The seats in coach were so cramped that our arms became useless appendages pinned to our sides. The aisles were so narrow, most folks had to walk sideways. You could barely breathe in there.
There wasn’t room for a Yorkshire puppy on any of my full flights, let alone a little pony.
Whether it was the magnolias, the lovely Southern architecture or the 10-acre Grove in the center of campus, I don’t know. Maybe it was the dean of students offering to walk us to the art department when we were lost. Perhaps it was the stories we heard about Eli Manning’s years there. Or the sweet reverence toward Faulkner and other great Mississippi authors.
Would you have prayed? Wept? Written a note to your loved ones? Hugged your traveling companion? Looked around to see if anyone needed help?
It’s up to the airlines to figure out a way to accommodate really big passengers without relying on much smaller ones to roll themselves into little balls.
I never miss a chance to wander among the dead. The best way to learn history while getting some fresh air
Girls’ getaway weekends are one of the hottest trends in travel. Don’t take my word for it. Google the term yourself. I got 143,000 hits with suggestions from Lake Placid to Charleston to the wine country of - wait for it - Minnesota.
Proof that girlfriends will go anywhere together.
Look, this therapy-dog-comfort-animal wackiness has gone too far. Seeing-eye dogs are one thing. Emotional support peacocks are something else.