I like to think of myself as a relaxed traveler. I fly from the west coast to the east every month and have come to know LAX and JFK so well I could find my gate blindfolded. Or maybe blind. But last week, when I had to navigate the unfamiliar halls and …
Should you by any chance find yourself in the ladies’ room at the American Airlines lounge, you may hear a chorus of the “Happy Birthday” song wafting towards you from the sink area. Refrain from graciously informing the singers that you were actually born in October. They are not celebrating you or …