1IL2 -> 4IS3
Dad heard it first. “What the hell is that?”
I wasn’t entirely sure right away, either, but it was obviously coming from outside. A repetitive, mechanical thumping sound, distant yet growing steadily louder. Was it some piece of main...
Well, that woke me right up.
Internet service wasn’t available on today’s flight from Boston to O’Hare, so I wrote a little, had a glass of wine, and dozed the second half of the flight. I was groggy but starting to come out of it ...
