Forget the glamor. When you spend half your life enclosed in a pressurized tube with complete strangers, you’re going to be exposed to some disturbing behaviors. There’s no way around it.
"Plaid Dad" was born. He earned that after my first visit to his humble abode where reality crashed against the shore of my fantasy. The man I discovered there bore little resemblance to the hot shot pilot who stood so close to me, my skin tingled.