This humble MD-80 is the first leg of the journey, Seattle to Chicago.
I'm at the airport plenty early, and thinking about all the people
who've given me this nascent adventure. Some are obvious: my dear
little sister, whose torrid love affair with American Airlines is
getting me to Istanbul and back, the people I know at the Acacia
Foundation, and a lot of fine people at Pacifica and throughout the
Fethullah Gulen movement, some of whom I'll meet in the next few days.
Monday, May 19, 2008
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