I hate to fly. Maybe being a bird would be okay. Spreading my wings and gliding over the river at sunrise, diving under a bridge, landing on the protected limb of an apple tree in blossom--these things might work. Might. And birds eat a lot, unlike the old adage, "You eat like a bird," meaning not very much. I like to eat. But flying in an airplane, not okay. There's the whole trust-the-pilot thing, not to mention storms, malfunctions, and terrorism. More than that is the awf