Lost in Translation
It was my sixth plane ride in a week, and I was tired. I was sick of the tiny, cardboard seats, the slightly antiseptic “recycled…
It was my sixth plane ride in a week, and I was tired. I was sick of the tiny, cardboard seats, the slightly antiseptic “recycled…
“Ok, now make a right at Lenape in .6 miles” I said, squinting at the passing street signs as if by brute concentration I could…