Tag: SaltLakeCity

  • Post Script – Ch13

    For 37 years I’d altered my actions so as to keep myself healthy and I was okay with that.  It wasn’t necessarily the altered behavior that was a challenge – it was the emotional toll having to explain it to others, along with the back story, that led to the fatigue.  It was my 37th…

  • Good bye Orlando – Ch10

    There was a period of time when working domestic flights again felt good if only for the fact that I wasn’t crossing eight time zones in a day.  The truth was, however, that I felt cramped inside of a plane that wasn’t a wide body, and the multiple flights daily – four, five, or six…

  • Knowing Me Knowing You – Ch9

    Crystal asked me to have a seat at her desk in the lobby. Tall, slender, and stoic, she was a classic woman, as if she’d been cut out of a 1970’s fashion magazine featuring clothing by Halston. Mid fifties with grey hair that was coiffed into place like a helmet, dark rimmed glasses and perfect…

  • The German Summer – Ch7

    I always flew in to New York a day before work.  Doing so eliminated risks, offered time for proper rest, and best of all the opportunity to explore the city.  It was all new and fresh, plus I enjoyed the buzz that was all around me.  My usual commute started with an early morning flight…

  • One Man Up Front – Ch5

    Our last bank of eastbound flights to the central time zone left around eight-thirty in the evening.  I always enjoyed working this bank of flights because it was the end of the day, most people on the flights were going home, and there wasn’t the stress level of having to be somewhere on time. We’d…

  • Salt Lake City – Ch4

    After that three mile walk home in the rain I vowed that I would never put myself in a position to have to go through that again.  Never.  Ever.   I didn’t stop trying to date, but I did put an end to any type of activity that was deemed unsafe.  Salt Lake may have…

  • Inversion – Ch3

    It wasn’t until February when the sky cleared out that I realized that I was walled in by mountains.   I’d moved to Salt Lake City in December of 1985 when the valley was capped by a cloud mass known as an inversion.  An inversion is when warm air at higher altitudes traps cold air…