This was the scene as i looked out getting prepared to board my flight to Nashville, after spending most of the day packing and then a slow wet ride to the airport. Now i do not consider myself a bad flyer, i rather enjoy it, but the first complete sentence out of the pilot's mouth was that we were in for a turbulent ride. So my queasiness began moments after take off when we dipped in both directions as well as a few sudden shifts in altitude. Well i made it but not without a few prayers to 7 lb. 8 oz. Baby Jesus!