When I was boy, my mother worked in the sky. She was a flight attendant. Each month she brought home a new paper booklet, a schedule that listed every Southwest Airlines flight.
The map on the back was a spaghetti bowl of intersecting lines. A short hop from PHX to LAX. In the Midwest, it was MDW straight to STL. And DAL nonstop to LBB.
Who knew the flight from Dallas Love Field to Lubbock, Texas, could be so exciting!
There was a promise of adventure in every one of those little letters, and I memorized as many as I could.