By Bridget Jenkins It’s 4:45 am. It’s rainy and cold as I head to the Erie airport, trying to blink the sleep from my eyes. Why did I agree to do this, I ask myself. Why. The airport is nearly empty, so we fly through security. I’m on the cramped plane before I know it--so small there are only three rows and our carry-on luggage has to be stowed beneath the plane. Why. The trip to the Raleigh airport was swift, despite having to fly out of the way--by way of Chicago--to arrive. It was a … [Read more...]