March 9, 1996 – Saturday – 9:10 a.m.

I believe I’m above Georgia now, but that actually may be Alabama below me.

I’m in the air.

I’m flying.

Curtis brought me to the airport.  He is now on his way to Florida to see his dad.

I have a window seat.  I can see so far.

How small man is.

Huge lakes look like drops of water.

I see a golf course way down below.

I will land in 3 1/2 hours.

I feel free and invincible.