Flying

I got talking with a friend who does a lot of business travel. She said that she considered an airport in a particular American city, ‘huge’.

Even although it’s been a good number of years since I traveled through that airport and what was a just-started expansion when I was flying through it is now complete, I still wouldn’t consider it ‘huge’. To me, only Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson and Dallas’ DFW, where in each you have to take a train to go ...

If you have never flown for business, you might be surprised to learn that hotels, airports and airplanes are surprisingly quiet places Monday through Friday. They’re busy, for sure, but they are quiet.

Being on the road ten days at a time meant one weekend at home then the next weekend in a hotel. During the week, it’s all business folk who, for the most part, are retired in their rooms by 9:00pm, with the occasional straggler in the exercise room ...

I’ve flown a fair bit over the years, starting at a very young age.

My first flight was on BOAC (British Overseas Airways Corp, now British Airways) from Glasgow when my mother brought me to Canada and I was nine months old. I remember it well. Next flight was when I was eight and we flew to Jamaica for the summer to stay with my uncle.

At age twelve the family flew home to Canada after my mother, my brother and I ...