I can’t claim this is getting old.  This week brought another quick trip on the corporate jet.

This one was equally as hush-hush as last week’s.  I will say we got some great pics of the plane parked in front of a tiny restaurant in the middle of freakin’ nowhere, complete with a sign, “Friday Night Fish Fry.”  (We were a few days too early for that, sad to say.)

It was humbling to imagine what I would’ve made of “corporate fat-cats” jetting into my little hometown — similar in many ways to the one we visited this week — back in the day, and to realize that it was just little ol’ me getting off that executive transport a couple days ago.  Funny what life brings you — I hope I’m at least reasonably grateful.