South Pacific

I didn’t begin to develop signs of altitude sickness until we started the final upward climb to the summit.  Breathlessly, I reached my destination, gratefully paid three dollars for   a bottle of water, and threw myself down to rest.  “No, Mom,”  my daughter said, tugging at my arm. “These aren’t our seats.  Ours are up one more level.” This  year we decided to treat … [Read more...] about Cockeyed Optimist as printed in the Tacoma News Tribune