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“I’m passing the bar Where you first got in my car I’m not ashamed to admit That it’s you I won’t forget I saved your cigarettes and Bad habits I regret But the hours flew by like clouds Whenever I had you around Parachute lover Take me away From the plane that went crashing And the earth that’s in flames Saving you is saving me High above the redwood trees But down below I see shadows And parachute debris We're drifting like children Along for the ride Each time we find love Another parachute arrives Our madness will burn As bright as the sun And I’ll keep finding lovers But you were the one”

“Adesso al check-in, alla domanda "corridoio o finestrino?", rispondo "ovunque, purché non sia vicino a un bambini" e la hostess di terra, vittima anch'ella dietro il suo sorriso, mi guarda con comprensione. Entrambe siamo consapevoli che non c'è alcuna possibilità che una creatura di tre anni non rompa i coglioni a nessuno per la durata di un volo di nove ore e ogni mammina che imbarca un pargolo questo lo sa benissimo. È lei a mettere in conto che, in nome della presunta tenerezza che dovrebbe ispirare il suo bambino, le persone che incontrerà sopporteranno senza lamentarsi una quota di molestie che non hanno scelto. Questo tipo di mammina si incazza quando l'attesa tolleranza non si manifesta e cerca di ribaltare il piano delle cose. Diventa giudicante. Stizzita dice: "Ma è un bambini", come fosse il suo lasciapassare per imporlo al mondo. Lo vedo anch'io che è un bambino, dannata mammina, ma è proprio la ragione per cui non dovrebbe essere qui, tra adulti che non hanno e non vogliono bambini o che li hanno responsabilmente affidati ad altre persone pagate per subirli, invece che pretendere che i presenti di un intero ristorante, di un aereo o di uno scompartimento si imprivvisino gratis puericultrici, nonni e babysitter del tuo pargolo irrequieto.”

“Sometimes happiness is like the sound of a plane overhead. You look up to see it but the plane's not there. No matter where you look you can't find it on the sky, although the sound is still there and growing louder. You get a little frantic searching. At the same time you're thinking, this is stupid. But you keep looking and if you do finally see it, you feel absolved. Most of my life I'd been looking for happiness in the wrong parts of the sky.”

“I think irradiating pilots with WiFi radio frequency (RF) radiation is really going to hit about five years from now as 'Delayed Radiation Complications' show up. I am expecting to see increased airplane accidents & crashes for various reasons starting in 2020 onward.”

“I have been living with the long term effects of hypoxia since my parents took me on an airplane for the first time and we flew to the Canary Islands to see the Tiede volcano in 1977. I traveled there on a jet airplane that was cruising at 35,000 feet in a high radiation cabin that was only pressurized to 8,000 feet for four hours. I was hypoxic, but I did not know it as I was only seven years old. We went up to see the Teide volcano on a bus tour. Its summit was 12,188 feet. I was more hypoxic than on the airplane, but I did not know it. That’s the funny thing about hypoxia, it hides out of sight in most people. But it can kill you!”

“When I was hired to work at the Kitt Peak National Observatory (KPNO), it was not disclosed to me that the site was being hit by powerful sonic booms from military supersonic aircraft that would shake the buildings. I had noticed that there seemed to be a significant number of staff that were having heart issues and some appeared to have had heart attacks and died prematurely. I later discovered during researching my own heart issues that it was a suspected effect of exposure to sonic booms. Regular exposure to sonic booms from military supersonic jet aircraft is suspected of increasing the incidence of vibroacoustic disease, a thickening of heart tissue which may lead to heart arrhythmia or premature death.”

“I was put into a no-win situation by an airport gate agent. They had seen me video recording in the gate area and told me to delete the videos or I would not be allowed to board my plane. I was the last to try and board and they had closed the jetway to the airplane. My assessment of the situation was the jetway was not going to reopen regardless of what I did. As such, I opted to keep my video recordings and they canceled my ticket. The end result was the videos became really popular on social media!”

“It is important to not be the last to board an airplane, as airplane seats are often oversold and you may find they need to bump some passengers off the flight. The gate agents will be looking for silly reasons to bump passengers off as they board the plane and if enough are not bumped, the last passengers to board may be in trouble!”

“I wanted to write an adventure story, not, it's true, I really did. I shall have failed, that's all. Adventures bore me. I have no idea how to talk about countries, how to make people wish they had been there. I am not a good travelling salesman. Countries? Where are they , whatever became of them. When I was twelve I dreamed of Hongkong. That tedious, commonplace little provincial town! Shops sprouting from every nook and cranny! The Chinese junks pictured on the lids of chocolate boxes used to fascinate me. Junks: sort of chopped-off barges, where the housewives do all their cooking and washing on deck. They even have television. As for the Niagara Falls: water, nothing but water! A dam is more interesting; at least one can occasionally see a big crack at its base, and hope for some excitement. When one travels, one sees nothing but hotels. Squalid rooms, with iron bedsteads, and a picture of some kind hanging on the wall from a rusty nail, a coloured print of London Bridge or the Eiffel Tower. One also sees trains, lots of trains, and airports that look like restaurants, and restaurants that look like morgues. All the ports in the world are hemmed in by oil slicks and shabby customs buildings. In the streets of the towns, people keep to the sidewalks, cars stop at red lights. If only one occasionally arrived in a country where women are the colour of steel and men wear owls on their heads. But no, they are sensible, they all have black ties, partings to one side, brassières and stiletto heels. In all the restaurants, when one has finished eating one calls over the individual who has been prowling among the tables, and pays him with a promissory note. There are cigarettes everywhere! There are airplanes and automobiles everywhere.”