Discovering the World, Moment to Moment — Tourist

How often does flying the friendly skies run smoothly?  It's mind blowing when it does.  Recently I flew the first flight out in the morning to Seattle.  Living an excruciating distance from JFK, we left the house before sun up.  I was catatonic.  No biggie, I figured I had 5 hours to sleep on the plane.  I was armed and ready with my Bose headphones, eye mask, and cashmere blankie.   Once boarded, our merry Jet Blue pilot announced that we'd be arriving one hour early.  Being glued to a Seinfeld marathon and landing faster than the Millennium Falcon screwed with my chance to nap.  Most...