By Jeffrey Hannan
Published: March 15, 2012.
"Mind yourself," said my companion Horace as we arrived at the airport and unloaded my baggage from the back of his old jalopy. "The friendly skies are full of misery and unhappiness."
In this second installment of A Curmudgeon's Tale, my 80 year old curmudgeon begrudgingly flies to Portland to visit his daughter.