: About Me

"What? What do you mean you're sending me to North Dakota? You can't be serious!" But they were. I was scheduled for a week of training in Bismarck and there was no getting out of it. I was headed for the middle of nowhere, and I was certain it was going to be the worst trip ever. As if to confirm my fears, my flight plans took me from New York to Chicago, then to Denver (yes, it was a bit out of the way) before going on to Bismarck. And the arrival in Denver was more than a bit rocky. As we neared the airport for landing, dark clouds moved in with us. We were forced to circle as the capta...