Normally when I write about my air travels, I talk about the strange people I meet, the rudeness of the airport staff or how flying turns my bottom into a crop duster.
On this flight to Philadelphia, though, I only have two positive things to mention. I shall ignore the fact that the plane was old and that the flight attendant was dressed like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. OK, it’s Halloween and its nice to see them getting in the mood and Dorothy serving my Diet Coke may have been OK if Dorothy’s real name wasn’t Gregg.
Anyway, I shall ignore all of this and instead concentrate on my new mate seated beside me Mr. Ray Bearcroft……or Major Bearcroft to give him his full title. Actually, it should be Major Ray Bearcroft, U.S. Marine Corps.
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