A few days ago Jeff gave a speech in Connecticut. When Jeff goes on the road for business, the kids and I usually stay home. Not this time. When he inquired about transportation, the person in charge said, “I’ll fly down and pick you up in my plane.” Since there’s room, Clancy, Maggie, Clara and I tag along. We don’t check bags with TSA or go through airport security, but simply meet our friend and pilot on the tarmac. Once aboard the Turbo-Prop, we help ourselves to the seats—there are four of them, not including the two seats in the cockpit.