My wife and I contemplated a quick flying getaway but couldn’t decide on a destination. The dilemma was solved when a friend graciously offered a weekend in a high-rise condo located near our old stomping grounds in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
It was an hour-and-a-half flight that would test my decision-making acumen more than the typical trans-Atlantic trips of my professional career. No professional copilot. No dispatch.
