Don't Take the Last Flight
Lessons in a Million Miles
Don’t take the last flight. Don’t pay for the hotel breakfast. Don’t forget socks and a belt. Don’t wear your badge on the strip.
Find the best breakfast in town. Have the bacon. And the biscuits.
Go to ballparks. Buy the hat. Tip the busker. Go to Monticello. Visit Graceland.
A good bookstore makes for great company.
An ice cream cone is the perfect remedy for a bad meeting, a lost deal, or a missed connection.
Buy your kids something they can collect everywhere you go. Take the redeye on Friday to get home in time for soccer on Saturday.
Call your wife. And your mother.
Skip the Uber. Take a walk. Take some photos. Don’t use a map. Feel free to get lost.
Visit with an old friend. In a new town.
Skip the skyline chili. You’ll be glad you did.
Have a whiskey neat at the Redwood Room in San Francisco.
The high plains of Nebraska make you feel like Josey Wales even in a rented Bronco.
You can see a thunderstorm coming from tomorrow in Kansas.
The Oregon coast will make you forget.
The approach to DCA at sunrise will make you miss America.
The guitar players in Memphis, Nashville, and Austin are a reminder that you were never that good.
Rent the convertible and drop the top. The arch in St Louis is the doorway to the west.
The park in Tennessee named for Nathan Bedford Forrest is a reminder that some wars never end.
The poverty in Tuba City will break your heart.
Visit your kids, now that they’re grown.
Elvis may be gone, but Lincoln’s ghost haunts every corner of Springfield.
There are no red or blue states at 35,000 feet.
Fort Worth is Texas.
Chicago in the summer. Boston in the fall. New York at Christmas.
And home any time you can.