on a southwest flight from Chicago a week or so ago I sat in the middle seat. after apologizing to the left and right I hunkered down for a couple, three hour flight back to providence, ri.
and then we start talking. an air force colonel (maybe lt. colonel) to the right and an artist to the left. He flew A-10 warthogs and stealth bombers, she had been in Albuquerque studying a technique of paint on tar-paper.
the great right brain left brain drama manifested in airplane seats. seriously, this was unreal.
he sent an email a couple days ago clarifying a sovereign airspace issue we discussed at some length.
she showed up in fall river and started painting. and we begin an interesting new project at merrow...
southwest airlines-- i've got to give you credit for the greatest middle seat flights i've ever taken.
and then we start talking. an air force colonel (maybe lt. colonel) to the right and an artist to the left. He flew A-10 warthogs and stealth bombers, she had been in Albuquerque studying a technique of paint on tar-paper.
the great right brain left brain drama manifested in airplane seats. seriously, this was unreal.
he sent an email a couple days ago clarifying a sovereign airspace issue we discussed at some length.
she showed up in fall river and started painting. and we begin an interesting new project at merrow...
southwest airlines-- i've got to give you credit for the greatest middle seat flights i've ever taken.