A Letter From Self

I should say before I say anything, but yes, I am a window seat guy . . .I have never traveled on a train elsewhere or outside the country. I have never seen what Europe has to offer, and maybe this will change for me. Or perhaps one day, I will take a train through Europe.Maybe.Or maybe there will be places that remain unseen, at least by me, and perhaps my future will unfold in ways that are beyond my imagination.Either way –I am now, and I will always be a window seat guy.Unless, of course, the trip is crowded and the person next to me is less-than courteous or conscious of limited space. I miss my trips at airports. I miss the feelings I had while sitting and waiting for my flight and looking out from the tall windows. I used to love to watch the planes roll away and take off. I used to look at planes that docked at the gates. I loved this . . . I always saw them like jet-fueled horses who rested at their stalls while getting fed with a feedbag and being prepped for their next…