The Sun will rise tomorrow

Turning in my bed, my eyes open, I knew it was time to wake up. Looking over at my alarm clock, the same red digital display in the dark, it was 5:03 AM. Funny, I thought to myself, that I have an alarm clock that I use to check the time. I wouldn’t know how to set the alarm on that gadget even if I tried. My own internal alarm clock wakes me up every day, as it has done since I was a child. If I sleep at three in the morning, I wake up at 5 AM. If I go to sleep at 10 PM, I wake up at 5 AM. I was three minutes late waking up today. I guess the internal clock that regulates me is getting as old as my Timex. Stretching, I sketch out the day in my mind; but these are no ordinary times. I have m

Flying while African

Zone 1. Here I was again. Somewhere in Europe waiting to board another plane to a destination in Africa. As usual, this Africa bound flight was originating from the most dilapidated terminal, in the middle of massive reconstruction, and the flight was to depart from the farthest part of the airport. Nothing new here, with the aircraft I’m likely to depart on most likely being older than I am. I guess this is what they call flying while African. Having achieved elite status on several airlines by flying 200 plus days a year for as long as I can remember, I’m always given the privilege of boarding a plane first with other “elite” flyers. Of course, with the exception of elderly passengers and

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