I had been looking at Jeremy and World Wind as two separate problems, and to be honest, part of me embraced the latter as a helpful distraction from the former. When they dovetailed at the American Airlines ticket counter, my day really went south.
While I was still alone in the World Wind concourse, I ducked into a deserted men’s room and ditched my uniform. Watching Schatzie and her retinue disappear into the clouds over Biscayne Bay drove home the point that World Wind was not overly concerned with how I got myself home, and so I decided to take my own advice and throw myself on the mercy of the other airlines. If none of the major airlines were sympathetically sticking us in empty seats, then I would just have to suck it up and buy myself a ticket. I couldn’t afford to run around the
