Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I had Facetime with my older grandson who is almost three.  He was overtired and distracted, but willing to discuss steam engines.  He had had a big weekend going to a Thomas the Engine event and also Monterey Bay Aquarium.  He liked the penguins and jellyfish.  Fish are nice, but clearly the winner was the train ride.  We are taking him Labor Day weekend to a train museum, train ride and gold rush event with his younger cousin and aunt and uncle.  Lots of excitement coming up.  I'm of a generation that actually rode trains to get places, like visiting my grandparents.  I loved it too, but then there was no choice between that and airplanes.  Airplanes were for the rich, and I don't think I was on one until I was 22 and visiting my Dad's father before he died.  My next flight was to Fiji to join my husband and live, and that had to be broken up in Honolulu.  No wonder when I deplaned I felt as if I was in a fairy tale.  I could not believe I had traveled so far.  And yet it looked like Missouri in some ways.  As Dorothy, I wasn't in Kansas any more.