Most of time, when you’re actually on the move, a trip is comprised of any number of little incidents . . . some of which come without any rational explanation. For example, my Hawaiian Airlines flight was due to depart Maui at 12:30 p.m. yesterday. Sure enough, we pulled away from the gate right on…
I am, at this moment, in my room at Hilton’s hotel at Los Angeles International Airport, which even infrequent travelers know as LAX. My room looks out on a couple of the main runways and the non-stop takeoffs and landings are astonishing. Last night the planes were landing at the rate of about one every…
The years have crept up on me. Arthritis is taking its toll, moving parts are starting to wear out, and my arms are now too short. There is one benefit to the march of time, however, because once you turn 75, you no longer have to remove your shoes when going through airport security. It’s…
Over the years, I suppose I’ve made the Hawaii-U.S. mainland flight 200 times. It’s five hours heading east, usually about 20 minutes more than that going the other way. Thanks to some accumulated miles, I was in first class last night on my American Airlines flight from Maui to Los Angeles. We had a pretty…