So I’m wedged into a window seat on my final leg into Vegas (baby, VEGAS!) this afternoon staring at the gloriously desolate landscape below me when WOOOSH!!! Heading in the opposite direction and at our flight level was what appeared to be a Southwest ‘just drop your butt anywhere’ Airlines cattle car. Now it wasn’t quite close enough to get a tail number (nor at crusing speed did I have the time) but I could clearly make out the paint scheme and the aircraft type. I have to admit, I was a bit spooked.
However, watching the contrail form behind the other aircraft and then dispurse was rather cool.

I rarely remember my dreams. This makes the times that I do remember  more interesting. Last night I dreamt that I was at a party surrounded by people from my past. Everyone was someone I knew from high school, including my friends and even two priests. What was interesting was who was not there; my family or anyone that is important in my life now. No, there were no cigars. 😉