And so
I’m not really scared of flying. I used to be, but that was before I was on a plane heading to Miami at the exact same moment as Hurricane Katrina was heading to Miami. It was a bit bumpy, but I never felt scared the whole time. Since then, flying has been fine for me. But I do find myself, in the days before a flight, prefacing any future arrangements with “unless the plane crashes.” It’s my good luck preface. So if the plane crashes when I fly to London in a couple of hours, please remember me like this.
We will. Well…either that, or in your red union suit.
~Barbara~
22 Oct 09 at 4:18 pm
Ha! Your hilarious Craig. You'll get there just fine. My fingers are crossed for you.
lisa
22 Oct 09 at 6:10 pm
I'll remember you in the red union suit, the friendly expo hat spinning getting high with a zippo, spoon and marmite bubbing. drugs bad-marmite good. (exept a little wassabi, the japanese green of very very silly dinos;)
Claire
23 Oct 09 at 1:56 am
I'll remember you drinking a beer across a table, or on the next stool at a bar, saying something interesting that an American would never say about baseball, or chatting away with some drunken fans on the concourse of a stadium somewhere in the Midwest. You'll be wearing one of your 23 caps.
Derick
The New
23 Oct 09 at 4:15 pm
I'll remember you shrugging
Mark
24 Oct 09 at 9:55 am