Leaving on a Jet Plane

I’m on the redeye to Saint Petersburg. Florida. San Francisco to Saint Petersburg. It’s the equivalent of Springfield to Paris–a nonstop oddity for $175 round trip that I couldn’t pass up, perhaps only slightly more costly than shipping myself FedEx to my sisters on Tampa Bay. Everyone’s asleep. Leaving San Francisco was spectacular. The promised showers never materialized and the rain from last night cleared the sky. The city looked like a giant sparkling Lite-Brite with Tinkertoy bridges.