I’ve always had a love for flying. Aside from the obvious miracle of physics that allows us to cruise above the clouds to get to our destination more quickly than any other mode of transportation, there is the riveting beauty of the ascent. Flying out of San Francisco airport, the seemingly longish drive from my home in Marin County – across one bridge, through one city and over three different freeways – fits neatly in the frame of the airplane’s portal window at about 10,000 feet. The world looks significantly different from up there. I can discern cars and boats and watch their path as if I’m looking at an incredible live action three dimensional map. It is a wonderful perspective that changes the…