I was just thinking about how rarely I hear strangers chatting on planes (or do so myself). When I was 14, I had, as usual, insisted on having a seat away from my parents, which was typical teenage behavior in the 1970s. My seatmate on this flight was a guy in his mid-20s (?) who saw me rereading Edith Hamilton’s Mythologies and struck up a conversation about the books we liked. He assured me that I’d love Wuthering Heights, which I read as soon as I could procure a copy. He was right, and I think of him whenever I reread it.
I was just thinking about how rarely I hear strangers chatting on planes (or do so myself). When I was 14, I had, as usual, insisted on having a seat away from my parents, which was typical teenage behavior in the 1970s. My seatmate on this flight was a guy in his mid-20s (?) who saw me rereading Edith Hamilton’s Mythologies and struck up a conversation about the books we liked. He assured me that I’d love Wuthering Heights, which I read as soon as I could procure a copy. He was right, and I think of him whenever I reread it.
Thank you for sharing these small pieces of your life. 🥲
That was lovely.
I love this piece so much. I love unexpected connections with other humans.
Thank you Nancy. You always manage to remind me to step off my treadmill when I need to the most. Your words are a gift 💕
What a great piece—a slice of life!! Thank you.