David P. Campbell
While unpacking from an overseas trip on December 29, 1997, I made a quick telephone call and found that I had flown 96,990 miles in 1997 on my favorite airline. Damn . . . there are many benefits to breaking 100,000 in terms of upgrades, ease of reservations, and other little niceties that help diminish the pain of constant travel—but I was 3,010 miles short, with only two more days in the year.
“Well,” I thought, “I'll fly to San Francisco and have lunch with my son.” (The benefits in eventual free tickets would more than make up for the cost of the flight.) But that would result in only 1,600 more miles.
A little creative thinking and another telephone call produced an invitation to be ...