Entitled Businessman Called an Old Man ‘Trash’ for Sitting in First Class – Seconds Later, Captain’s Unexpected Announcement Wiped the Smirk off His Face
I’m 88 now, and airports feel like a young person’s sport—bright lights, hurry-up lines, and floors that go on forever. I’d rather be on my porch with a paperback and a glass of sweet tea. But my oldest friend, Edward, died, and there are some journeys you make because the promise is older than your…