At the time of my retirement I had amassed 993,000 and knew getting the 7,000 would be a challenge. But with a few domestic flights I just crossed the required one million miles flown on Delta Airlines. Along with a boarding gate announcement, a Famous Amos chocolate chip cookie (immediately consumed by Linda), and a “Million Miler” passport case I received a thousand dollar credit toward my next flight on Delta.
Not bad for a poor boy from the south side of Chicago in the badest part of town. If you’d have asked that young lad with stars in his eyes how many frequent flier miles he would amass in his lifetime he would have sheepishly replied: “How the F*&% do I know?”
Dare to dream!