The craving for plane tickets,

The craving for plane tickets, a packed bag, and travel trash is
overwhelming me. I am going to see MFK in April and I can hardly wait. Nothing
gives a girl a buzz better than jet fuel, a bag loaded with new clothes, and hot
cash burning in her hand. Well, at least this girl. O.K. So, there are a lot of
pleasant things in life, but nothing more so than getting what you want when you
desire it. It hits me every February and August. After a few hours of analyzing
(and a glass of white zinfandel) I still can't figure out why. I even put in a
call to my mother wanting to ask her if she used to whisk us away at these times
of the year. Alas, she didn't answer. I would text her, but she has know idea
how to return text. I have decided that texting is the whisper in the cellular
world. You know, the private communication in a public setting. Speaking of
trips and texts, I once had an interesting conversation with a man in the Vegas
Airport. He was sitting with his left side to me. His assistant ( he was in a
wheelchair) kept politely grinning at me. I grinned back and continued the
exchange. I answered some strange questions and he gave me a few unusual
replies, but I thought it went rather well. That is, until he told me to meet
him in the office on Tuesday of next week. I stalled a bit, I mean, I am
married. As I started to reply that although this was a pleasant conversation, I
really didn't care to meet him in his office, he thanked me, calling me David
and stated that he needed to take another call that was coming in. Another call?
I quickly made for the boarding queue and hoped he wouldn't be on the flight.
P.S. My daughter A took the picture that is posted on the sidebar. I loved how
she made me look. She loved how I put it on my blog.