If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?

Monday, June 4, 2007

Tracking Mama's flight

My mother is flying in from Israel today. I tracked her flight last night and she was somewhere over the Atlantic. If you click on the photo to get a closer look you will notice that the actual route is not following the flight plan. Those rebel Delta pilots.

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