Personal Narrative: A Life After Delta Flight

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The nearly seven hour flight, with one stop in Atlanta, was coming to an end. There was only one, alcoholic, beverage that was consumed; a gin and tonic with a lime wedge atop the plastic cup. As the Delta flight descended upon the, inland, landscape of Eastern San Diego County, Johnny began to see rolling hills that were covered with green flora and trees. Now looking straight out, and not directly downward, he embarked on a view of a blue body of water. Now closer to the San Diego Airport, he was a bit startled by how close the city high rises seemed in relation to the airplane, so he, tightly, clutched his arm rests as a natural reaction. As with any new venture in life, he was a bit nostalgic about all the good times he had back home with
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