I have no clue who the 8 or 9 men in
black suits with radios were this morning
when I go to the airport. I did see their
rather LARGE jet parked out behind the
building. So I'm out sitting in the plane
when another LARGE jet came screaming
in, kicking up dust in front of me.

Some guy walked over to my open door
and chatted me up trying to find out if
I knew who the arriving dignitary
was. Anyhoo, it wasn't too long after
when I crossed the hold line, and
turned my nose down the centerline.
That's when I happened to notice in
my peripheral vision that there was a
Jet big as an auditorium on my ass!
(at the hold line)


Of course we all play by the rules, but
still I felt kinda like a tricycle on the
expressway in front of a tractor-trailor
truck. That was just the beginning of
this morning's fun.


---
Mark