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Geneva’s Flying Tiger
Geneva, with its Swiss-mountain backdrop and snow-fed lake, makes for an achingly beautiful postcard–or just the right setting for a high-end show of gorgeous new jet flying machines. It had been decades since I’d been there–and just passing through–so I welcomed the days I was there for EBACE (European Business Aviation Conference & Exhibition) in…
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Reviving In Philly
I almost had enough time to leave the Philadelphia International Airport, hit Reading Market, and return, but I didn’t feel intrepid enough to go through security again. That said, with nine hours to kill, I needed a cogent strategy in order to squeeze the most fun out of a long sit at what is arguably…
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Four Peaks In PHX
Strangers meet in airports—it’s such a cliché, yet it happens every day. Our intersections bring together disparate folks on a shared mission, Point A to Point B, sometimes on a journey extended by extenuating circumstances. The pair next to me chatted merrily—if at high volume— as I took a stool at Four Peaks Brewing in…
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I Almost Never Left MCO
I ponder yet another trip to Florida–always for work; I almost never go there by choice. Not that there’s anything wrong with the state (I’m a fan of Tim Dorsey’s Serge Storms), but I get my fill during these annual sojourns on business. For a period of my life, I flew “non-rev” on the good…
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Taking Port Into DXB
The bottle was a gift from new partners, and certainly not worth any more than the $25 limit imposed upon one by the policies of most corporations. I say this with conviction, because, unless it’s a rare vintage or from a top producer, Port in Portugal is very affordable…downright cheap (though I would never say cheap,…