First Flight

The flight from Kansas City to Chicago was my first chance to sit back and let things just happen.  After all the last-minute preparation, it felt good to look forward to what the future might hold.  My seatmate was a friendly guy who listened to his iPod at high volume, but as his taste in music matched my own, it was not unpleasant.  He turned out to be Canadian and had flown down to meet some friends for the Kansas City Chiefs' game.  As we talked, I told him of my plans and he seemed quite interested in what I was going to do at the conclusion of my adventure.  "Do you like to work hard?" he asked, and while I was trying to decide if he was going to hit on me or offer me a job, he went on to explain that he had recently purchased a garden center and that it was a cash cow.  He offered to send me all of the necessary research and information and even knew that there was currently a garden center for sale in Colorado.  You never know what the future holds, but it's got to be a good sign when the first person you meet provides a golden opportunity.