On a bricks-and-mortar aircraft with one thousand twenty three of my fellow-travelers. It's like the Spruce Goose of public elementary schools. I peer into the scratched and darkened safety glass that separates me from the flight deck, where the pilot and the four vice pilots are busy navigating the cloudscape. When I get home there is a visit from a Kenyan soul singer. I show him out in a towel as the schoolchildren come home.