39,000 feet and feeling miserable. My eyes burn; my butt is numb. I’m scrunched; trying to be thin. Is there a secret to flying that I haven’t figured out?

Have You Even Been Reality Compromised? | Sixty And Me
Years ago, before the internet settled household arguments in seconds, my then-husband and I had an ongoing disagreement about the lyrics to a song. The song was “Drift Away” by Dobie Gray. I insisted the lyric was, “Give me the beat boys and free my soul.” He insisted it was,


