Day of Contrasts
Early this morning I waited on East 15th Street in New York City for an airport shuttle. At 6 a.m. the outside air felt cool. Typical for these situations, the shuttle whirled around the city until they filled every seat then we headed to the Newark airport. I checked my luggage, bought a Sunday New York Times and grabbed a little breakfast before heading to the gate.
The direct flight from Newark to Phoenix is a four-hour experience but was uneventful. I’m glad to be back home but the cool temperatures of New York were replaced with a blast of desert heat and 96 degree temperatures in Phoenix. My several days in New York City were crammed with meetings, great conversations, seminars and ideas. I’ll write more soon with some of my writing insight from the last few days. It’s always good to return home.