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Publication Date

2016

Abstract

A couple of months ago I was sitting on an airplane into the 21st hour of what was supposed to be an 8 hour trip, making a confession to myself. The evening before we weary 170+ passengers had finally debarked in Seattle – not Portland where we were supposed to land, but couldn’t because of weather. We were a sorry mess.

On this last leg of my trip, I’d been on the airplane for 9 hours, and we were only supposed to be on it for 5. The 4 extra hours were spent flying from one airport to another looking to land, then circling in the air around Seattle, and then at last sitting on the runway for an hour. We were all truly grateful for a safe arrival, wherever it might be, but I was annoyed that I was in Seattle and not home with my husband in Portland.

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