A 4:45am alarm, an hour-long drive, a hastily eaten $17 breakfast sandwich at PHL and a stuffed-to-the-gills gate is prelude to what will be a 6 hour flight.  I might as well be flying to the UK, it’s so far.  Sometimes it’s hard to fathom that we drove from one coast to another, literally, in 6 days.  Five?  I can’t remember now.  I’ve asked the gate agents if there are … Continue reading On the Come Up