I'm sitting in O'Hare airport looking out the window at the tons of well-constructed steel that's about to fly us over a continent and an ocean to land in Beijing, China.
It's been an interesting trip so far. We flew from Huntsville to Chicago on the Sardine Express sponsored by American Airlines. I get on the plane and there's a guy in my seat: 15C. A window seat. I'm too tired to really care... but not really. He starts making the small talk that's obligatory of a business developer for a company that makes plane parts. He looks like someone though... who?
We had conversations about food, places we've been, airline buffoonery, and which way the Tenneessee River flows--
It's the guy from Goodfellas! Not Joe Pesci... not Robert DeNiro... the other guy. The main guy... you know who I'm talking about.
Eventually we knocked out and he went off to have "a steak and a beer" before his next flight back to Orange County. Or his next whack job. Fuggeddahboudit.
So now the plane is about to board. In about 13+ hours, I'll be on the other side of the world. And this seems so much easier than digging a hole all the way through.
Ray Liotta. Yes. That's the guy.
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