NANCY EDMONDS HANSON: After Thought — Fear Of (Not) Flying
I’ve always been jumpy about airplanes. I don’t like being herded into the chute and bumped around by invisible forces, and my seat always seems to fall between people with oversized elbows. But now, I’ve found something even worse to worry about: Fear of not flying. Picture this scene. It’s 5:45 on a pitch-black December morn, and Fargo’s Hector Airport is packed …