The 19 October Crossing
BACK IN THE EARLY 80S, I occasionally crossed the Atlantic Ocean 10 times every October. This century, I'm crossing once every five years.
I miss the oceanic travel but know I will never enjoy the legroom and service I once got at the pointy end of the aircraft. My bulkhead seat today on a Boeing 777 was as cold as some copilot seats in the Lockheed C-141. But the US Airways crew wasn't as garrulous.
I packed a lot of electronics to entertain me on the journey and realise now that I have to revert to a dedicated MP3 player to ensure I have at least 20% power on my phone after an eight hour stint in my seat.
I also enjoyed getting back in touch with every page in my Moleskine, leaving through unfinished thoughts as I prepare Christmas exams during a week away from the classroom.
I plan to walk parts of Lancaster County PA, perhaps connecting with my mom, daughters, brothers, cousins, old schoolmates and in-laws. I wish those mates would read my blog. Connecting would be much easier if all of us were on the same page.
I know I would cover a lot of bases if I used Facebook more but there is just so much noise over there since the second billion people signed up.
I'll be making noise on Audioboo as I record some stories from the 60s about growing up in Amish Country with my brothers.
[Bernie Goldbach's journeys fill Moleskines, audio collections, photostreams and blog pages.]