tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post1016613785755603822..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: Flight 2457Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-86956399587617398352009-03-16T20:07:00.000-07:002009-03-16T20:07:00.000-07:00Ah, you crack me up, my soul sister. xo Noellep.s ...Ah, you crack me up, my soul sister. <BR/>xo Noelle<BR/>p.s If she had teased hair and stilettos, she was a stewardess.Noelle Swan Gilberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15209746219611703010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-68562097690472500832009-03-15T15:19:00.000-07:002009-03-15T15:19:00.000-07:00Uh, being half Filipino, I can almost tell you for...Uh, being half Filipino, I can almost tell you for CERTAIN that lady was Filipino. The rosary and free cracker questions are ALL dead give-aways!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-32103959868712927072009-03-15T12:48:00.000-07:002009-03-15T12:48:00.000-07:00Next time, try my solution - a couple of Dramamine...Next time, try my solution - a couple of Dramamine and a gin and tonic.<BR/><BR/>The only way to fly.Ashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00084508582913500810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-24191111190979839902009-03-14T20:19:00.000-07:002009-03-14T20:19:00.000-07:00I think you were sitting next to my mother.sorry.I think you were sitting next to my mother.<BR/>sorry.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15985522830610197074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-51594856940135826182009-03-13T09:45:00.000-07:002009-03-13T09:45:00.000-07:00I could really feel your tension in that one, with...I could really feel your tension in that one, without you ever saying that's what you felt.Julia O'Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16330856629856439993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-62601984042353905792009-03-12T18:20:00.000-07:002009-03-12T18:20:00.000-07:00I've recently found your blog an love the poems yo...I've recently found your blog an love the poems you post and this piece for its almost Hemingway like observation (expect yours is not so much in code). I like that while tidy it has a beginning, middle and end. The hallmark of a good story, right?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-78112311657313162302009-03-12T10:55:00.000-07:002009-03-12T10:55:00.000-07:00Flying is like riding a Greyhound bus in the 80's ...Flying is like riding a Greyhound bus in the 80's - just minus the cigarette smoke. <BR/><BR/>I love what you say about the questions that have obvious answers....<BR/><BR/>But you know - if you had the aisle seat you already had an armrest on one side :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10818795902981871173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-11316020200576503062009-03-12T08:27:00.000-07:002009-03-12T08:27:00.000-07:00This made me fetch a big *sigh* from the depths. I...This made me fetch a big *sigh* from the depths. I love to travel, but flying is not fun (for me) anymore. If I were more present & meditative, I would recognize all of the irritations as opportunities to smile and touch my Buddha nature, but more often, they just make me feel tired. I'm glad you chose to write about it.Gbergerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08895779471612397202noreply@blogger.com