Paris - page 4

One ticket was for a flight bound for Saint Thomas, the other was destined for Long Island. To say that the flights were headed in different directions is an understatement, because for me, the only thing they had in common was they were both surrounded by water. Last November, I had to choose which direction I was going in by deciding between a flight to New York or the Virgin Islands. I am writing this letter — my Christmas letter…

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