A collection of spurious thoughts on nostalgia, automobilia, music, the meaning of life and other such nonsense from an occasionally over-caffeinated dilettante. Oh and Mad Dog is actually Irish...
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Seat 29E
Having been in precisely the situation described below on more than one occasion, this cri de coeur from an intensely uncomfortable passenger on a Continental Airlines flight strikes an empathetic chord:
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