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Step One: Minneapolis > Tokyo

by Cinda Baxter on April 27, 2008

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Flight time: 12 hours, 10 minutes

Well, I’m on the road—or, more accurately, in the air—en route from Minneapolis to Hong Kong. My timing was great; last weather report I heard included the “s word” again, along with warnings for St. Cloud that the expected many inches of white stuff was going to be the heavy, wet kind, and that folks should expect downed power lines.

Get me the heck out of Dodge.

Lemme tell you, twelve hours is a long time. Managed to doze a bit for the first few hours, then again for an hour later on. By 5:00 Hong Kong time, I felt wide awake and “in sync” (which I know will be a mere memory by the same time tomorrow). Added bonus: One of my favorite Details customers (who shall remain nameless, in case NWA is reading and takes issue) was one of the World Business Class attendants. Even though I was seated in coach, she popped down to deliver bags full of “goodies” a couple of times, and told my attendants to give me anything I wanted. Talk about star treatment; it’s the first time I deplaned with more stuff than I boarded with.

Gotta love those little dopp kits (everything you could ever need, right down to an extra pair of socks a some slippers).

Thanks You-Know-Who-You-Are (grin). Very much appreciated.

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Mom in My Pocket

by Cinda Baxter on April 27, 2008

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I truly have the most thoughtful mother in the world.

Along with my birthday cards (which will be opened atop the Great Wall), she sent a little pink tissue-wrapped bundle. Very mysterious. So Friday morning, while we were on the phone prior to my departure, she tells me to open it, and that the contents are supposed to go along on the trip.

Inside the rose colored bundle is the little stone I gave her with a handpainted cross on one side, and “God is my Rock” on the other. It’s accompanied by one of her engraved calling cards, with a handwritten note on the back:

“I have carried and treasured this, and would like for you to take it with you to remind you that, though I won’t be with you physically, I will be there in thought and spirit. I love you, Mom”

I am blessed beyond measure.

The stone’s right next to my passport, and will be with me every step of the way, Mom.

And p.s.—I love you too. xoxoxo

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