Today was a clear, autumn day in Pennsylvania. Perfect for a new experience. For the first time, I flew in a small, four-seater plane, a Cessna 172. In the pilot’s seat was my husband, now in possession of a pilot’s license after 40-some years of looking up at the sky and wishing. As a child, I had frequented airports and looked up, too, with my parents, who both flew until they had...
Why Be Married? For the Ride
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