I am drawn to airliners and they are drawn to me. My brain seem to be sending out distress signals that I am one of them, to hurry up and rescue me from oblivion. They are my people.
The deli is right smack in the middle of airline hysteria, crash pads and Jet Blue headquarters. That's why I've met pilots, air-traffic controllers, dispatchers, flight attendants and crew schedulers. I've become friends with some of them but I've never told them about my sordid past, 8 years of airline experience.
Heard in an ale house two or three nights ago--
Guy who works as a flight dispatcher: Once you've worked in an airline, then resigned, you will always want to go back.
Me (audible sigh): I know, I know.
