On the Tarmac
I was on this commuter flight out of Mexico when it happened. It was one of those little two engine propeller-jobs, the kind where they make the fat guys sit in back lest the plane be too nose heavy and you crash shortly after takeoff. Sometimes we flew so low I could count the arms on the cactus whizzing by below us. We were going from Hermosillo to Tucson. It usually took a little over one hour – it was …Read the Rest