And once again I’m on a flight that actually landed early but we are going to arrive late because the departing flight occupying our gate is late to leave. And here we are driving around the airport and all its taxiways, inhaling all these wonderful fumes. I hate flying.
Well, whether or not they bring them back, I will be unearthing the ones I have from ‘87 and ‘91. Of course, I’ll be waving them from my living room and not Target Field.