Tray table, arm rest, isle seat.
Open skies so small.
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I'm suffering from an earworm of "All Summer Long" by Kid Rock. It starts with the opening of Warron Zevon’s Werewolves of London. I hadn't heard it before tuning into the NC radio station. I resent being caught by the hook.
I love flying over the basin and range, and then the slip of California at the end delights me. My heart leapt as we flew over Mono Lake. Being back in California is like being home with a touch of the surreal.
I had a lovely meal at an Anatolian restaurant in Palo Alto with TK, the current clerk of the Meeting here. We started with the Anatolian Salad - "Spring mix, goat cheese, tomato, cucumber, mint, pomegranate juice" and the Vegetable Manti: "Steamed dumplings, filled with spinach (no meat), feta cheese, mozzarella cheese, mascarpone cheese, parmesan cheese, onion, garlic and spices topped with garlic-yogurt, and drizzled melted butter." It was good to visit and catch up. Another couple from Meeting, the Cs were also having dinner there, so we exchanged hugs as well.