My husband is flying from Nicaragua to Seattle today, and I’ve been tracking the whole thing on Delta’s website. He was 36,000 feet above Cuba while I was eating cinnamon bread this morning. And there he goes, right over Bushnell as I go to the gym, then past the St. Louis Arch, just south of the Badlands as I walk home after work. He’s over the Cascades when I eat dinner, and home just in time for late night happy hour at Brouwer’s.

ATL to SEA

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