If You See Something, Say Something


A couple years ago I drew the lucky boarding pass. I found my seat in the last row in one of those tiny three-across planes that shuttle weary corporate types from Bentonville to Dallas where we scatter to terminals A through D and larger planes that take us to conference rooms across the country. I looked forward to an hour with my seatback in the upright position, trying to avoid awkward eye contact with people who forgot to forego the early morning coffee.

At least I got the aisle seat.

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