She leans over my seat. Her name is Erit, and she is a Jerusalem native who has traveled to 42 countries and 36 states in America, cooking for a living all over the world. Her accent is heavy, her smile is big, her eyes sparkle.
"So," Erit says, "you are with this group?!"
"Yes."
"These are great kids."
"Really? You think so?"
"Yes, very polite. I ask your name and the young man says your name is Mister Shapiro. He is not supposed to address his teachers by their first name. I see kids all over the world and they are not as polite as these kids. They are so well-behaved on this flight. Not selfish. So many kids these days selfish. This is a great thing that you and the other teachers are taking them to this far away place. So what kind of trees will they see? This is a good thing for them. When you are with young people, you stay young."
--written tens of thousands of feet above anonymous clouds, somewhere over the West
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