Time for Me to Fly

On Tuesday I flew to Denver on what has been called the first commercial flight out of Provo Airport. (Our investigative journalism actually uncovered flight patterns back in the ’70s, but we don’t want to spoil the PR).It’s a good thing our plane touched down safely because we had the governor, congressman, Provo mayor, Provo City Council and the BYU president on board.We also had C. Jane (yellow flowered shirt) with us, and if she didn’t return then her readers would stare blankly hitting “refresh” for decades wondering how they are going to start their day without her brand of wit and philosophy. C. Jane and I swapped all sorts of info that neither of us will be posting. Right, C. Jane? Right??So the only bad thing about Frontier Airlines landing us safely is that now I actually have to finish my articles for the next issue of Utah Valley Magazine, which is going to the printer tomorrow. I didn’t finish them beforehand JUST IN CASE. Bryant Livingston (Provo photographer extraordinaire) captured this pic of me talking to Daily Herald publisher Rona Rahlf in the Denver airport. For the life of me, I can’t remember what was so funny, but I’m guessing it was newsroom humor about deadlines. It’s hilarious when you have a story to write and can’t think of a lead! I’m laughing my head off right now! And this is where this post will end because I must save some words for the printed page. Look for more on this hobnobbing flight in the next issue of Utah Valley Magazine … if I can get this writer’s block to fly away.