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I Finally Overcame My Phobia, And Now I Approach Flying With A Sort Of Studied Boredom - A Learned Habit, Thanks To My Learn-to-fly-calmly Training - But Like All Former Flying Phobics, I Retain A Weird And Feverish Fascination With Aviation News, Especially Bad News.

I Never Thought Very Many People In The World Were Very Much Like John Laroche, But I Realized More And More That He Was Only An Extreme, Not An Aberration - That Most People In Some Way Or Another Do Strive For Something Exceptional, Something To Pursue, Even At Their Peril, Rather Than Abide An Ordinary Life.

I Remember Three- And Four-week-long Snow Days, And Drifts So Deep A Small Child, Namely Me, Could Get Lost In Them. No Such Winter Exists In The Record, But That's How Ohio Winters Seemed To Me When I Was Little - Silent, Silver, Endless, And Dreamy.

I've Noticed Lately That It Seems Most Intimate To Not Use Any Closing On Your E-mail At All, Because It Seems To Make It Feel Like You Are Engaged In An Ongoing Conversation - As If This One E-mail Doesn't Represent The Beginning And End Of The Interaction But Is Just Part Of A Perpetual Loop Of Friendly Back-and-forth.

Why, I Wonder, Should The Popularity Of A News Story Matter To Me? Does It Mean It's A Good Story Or Just A Seductive One?