The trip to Vancouver: a full plane with lots of smiles. “Heading home?” they would ask. “No,” I could only envy. From Vancouver at night you can see the lights from the local ski areas. “Nobody seems to leave UBC,” the faculty tell me.
The trip from Vancouver: a 20% full plane with lots of sleepers. And then there was the 1 1/2 drive back to South Pasadena. At night in LA you can sometimes see the moon if the smog isn’t too dense.
I have seen the promised land and it is good. Whether I am saint enough to ascend to such heights remains an open question. Any supersticious acts performed on my behalf will be duly noted in my big book of karma.