I’m in Detroit, MI waiting for my next flight. There’s a five hour layover, but I happened to sit next to two wonderful women–a daughter and a mother–who are also on their way to Poland. The mother is 88 years young and she tells a wonderful story of escaping the Holocaust to Russia. I’ll have to write it down.

The mother is so chatty, she reminds me of my own mom. And I mean "chatty" in the best possible way. We’ve talked about Kennedy’s passing, health care, Arizona politics and everything else. She offered to get me into the Delta Executive Club as a guest. I’m sitting in a plush chair, eating finger foods and drinking cranberry apple cocktail. It’s fantastic. I found a few moments to update before our conversation starts again.

The mother is from Poland and the two are on their way to visit the homeland. She’s telling me about her time there as a young girl and the mother tells me about her father was in the resistance. I have to share the story of my grandfather’s involvement in WWII and the many resistances and she tells me, "You should write a book!"

This is an absolutely fantastic start to my trip. But I have to go. We’re on our way to get some sushi…