This time Saturday night we will be in Italy. I'm excited for the trip and for the reason why we are going (see march fifteenth entry) but the flight, specifically the take-off, has me thinking that if God had meant us to fly he'd have given us capes (that's a Superman reference by the way). Once I'm up there I'm O.K. It's that initial rush as the 'plane thunders down the runway trying desperately to get off the ground before the ground runs out.
I'm sure I'll be fine...no, really.