Amazing how casual you can get about going across half a continent in an afternoon. Not to mention, being faintly resentful at the seating.
We live in a world of miracles. My job has me 8 times zones away from my family, but thanks to Skype, I get to talk to them and even see them almost every weekend. Of course, that is when I gripe about my poor internet connection.
In the late 60s and early 70s, when my dad was visiting foreign lands at the behest of our government, my mom would have given just about anything for the kind of contact we take for granted.
I wonder what my kids are going to think about this kind of stuff.
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