Living With Worry

The second hour of a recent flight I took from Albuquerque to Oakland was the wildest ride I’d had in all my years of flying. As the plane lurched and bumped and vibrated through what the pilot described as “the normally unstable air over the Sierras compounded by the first serious Pacific storm of the season,” people put away their laptops, closed their books and tightened their seat belts. It was night, so the view out the window was all blackness.