I’m on board Delta Flight 1431 and I’m counting the seatbacks to the closest exit.
I always do this. In the past 30 years, I’ver never flown without buckling my seat belt and making the count.
My memory banks still hold charred pieces of flying machines shoved into big black plastic garbage bags and brown cardboard boxes. And one small white bag with the …
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