I am a road-dog. Constantly traveling to the next great adventure. Although sometimes, they're not so great. Like Billings, Montana... where I talked to a black rabbit. No, seriously... we had a conversation. And he, Rocky, sponsored a World Vision Child. And bought a full-price ticket to the event.
But sometimes they are really great... Like my standing on the back seat of a 1973 Government Issued Army Jeep, white knuckles clasp tightly to the roll-bar... as we bumped haphazardly across the Serengeti in search of the Big 5... a front row seat to indescribable sunsets, blood-thirsty predators, and ancient tribal communities... all on the brink of extinction.
On any given day, I may be swimming with sharks in Belize or climbing the tallest bridge in the world in Sydney, Australia... then the next day I am cooking an intimate dinner for 20 friends crammed into my living room in Nashville, TN, or I could be in the Cherokee National Forest being drug through the mud by a motley band of junior-highers or at my sister's in Riverside, CA taking a fish hook out of a blind dachshund's nose.
Welcome to my life.
Dear American Airlines, I don't think we should see each other any more. I know that's hard to hear. But you're not the same airline I met a few years ago. You've changed. And not for the better. Sure, you say you love me that you'll take care of me that I am "Elite" in your eyes but those words just seem empty now. I need you to show me that your love is genuine. This is a difficult letter to write because we've been together for a very long time. We celebrated our "Gold" anniversary and now we've reached our "Platinum" years. It's a shame really, because we've been through so much togeth...
More..Deborah Barnett
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