editor’s briefing
THERE IS one thing that makes me feel whole, happy, at peace. I have given it a lot of thought. I have been to therapy, trying to learn—and understand—through different techniques what it is that really ‘moves’ me; what motivates and, ultimately, what makes me who—and what—I am today. And the answer to that is: flying. On a deeper level, I have come to learn that what makes me the happiest is actually being at the controls of the plane. Nothing makes me prouder of myself than piloting an aircraft, shooting an instrument approach, scoring that greaser and stopping the aircraft without my passengers feeling sick or nervous. But flying as a passenger is something I have loved since the day my memory started registering things. I recall boarding DC-9s…
