Note: My fairy tales end more deliciously than the standard Grimm Brothers variety. The Grimm Boys served up curds and whey and bread made with ground up bones. Of Englishmen, no less.
Note: Perhaps the whole Fie Fi Fo Fum thing was simply an honest attempt by The Giant to produce gluten-free bread for his somewhat delicate constitution.
Anyhow, off the prince and princess go. Into the sunset, yes.
Note: This is an actual photograph taken with my phone's camera in flight as our aircraft enters the San Francisco Bay Area. Simmer down, everyone. The phone is in 'airplane mode' thus ensuring the safety of the passengers, the crew, and potentially, our very nation, yes.
And that is exactly what I've been doing this evening in a Boeing 737 at about 38,000 feet. Chasing the elusive sunset across the sky, which hovers for hours on both the edge of day and the edge of night.
Me and the Hub. And Paddy. Riding off into the sunset. In a 737. With peanuts, yes.
There is something deep and meaningful about the situation. But I can't think about that right now. Because I'm thinking about other things.
Like, what if Bachelor Jake is our pilot? And how do really large folks pee in those little bathroom cubicles on an aircraft? And does your pee really get sucked out into the atmosphere when you flush and turn into little sterile droplets drizzling on someone's car on Interstate 80?
I'm sorry. What was I talking about?
Heck, yes!
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