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I no longer live on Cloud 9. I leveled up |
Airplanes are like diets, I don’t like being on them. Float
planes however (you know flying boats) are the exception. This summer in
Alaska, I got a business class ticket to cool, with complimentary mojo on takeoff.
This landing strip is the only thing aviational
besides the staged authenticity-wrecked prop planes on Disney’s Castaway Cay.
I used to live on
Cloud Nine in the People’s Republic of Santa Monica, riding my carbon fiber
bike 100 miles a day down the Venice Beach strand through the boat yard of Marina Del Rey, and out
towards Manhattan Beach. It gave me an
energy and enthusiasm and natural high that begged the question “What are you
on?” I was simply on my bike.
Environments
create mood, and Starbucks, Yoga, drinking fresh vegetable and fruit juices and
good sunny weather created fuel for
thought. This west coast life style suited me well. It gave
me momentum towards a greater something.
That something
became a move to Cloud 10, sailing the seven seas on cruise ships.
