falling to the ground.
while the wide expanses of Deciduous tees turn color. Or the foggy mornings and warm days
on the West Coast in California or Oregon.
My least favorite by far, Airlines . . . .
it really doesn't matter which airline. . . Sometimes I'd rather be riding on the back of a Brooklyn Garbage truck. | it is the whole experience that sucks. Long lines, long waits, undressing for security guards and exasperated travellers. Alas, making trip to the East Coast almost always requires air travel so we try to make the best of a bad thing. |