The Fear of Flying and American Ingenuity!

 

March 30, 2019

Jeff "Bro" Olsen

Every time I fly, I expect to die. Back in the mid-1960s, I'd head right to the nearest airport bar and down several strong drinks.

Courage, my man!

I felt braver half in the bag.

Had I been a Baptist, I'd probably be in hell.

Just recently, I offered to pay my present wife's fare to Norway after she was invited to fly over in May with her sister, Camille.

Autumn turned it down.

My wife prefers never to fly again because when the plane explodes in the air or crashes into the ocean, she will be permanently dead.

I will miss her.

Last week, the New York Times ran the following headline: Doom...



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