flying

You've watched the crappy movie, read Hemispheres, eaten the soggy $10 panini you bought in the terminal, and flipped through SkyMall three times. Yet still — hours to go before touchdown at SFO. You gaze out the window and wonder: What the hell are those weird green and yellow circles scattered across the Midwest?

Nothing speaks louder than a story that makes you think, laughs and sad, a story that speaks to you and makes it impossible to put it down. It's beyond me that a story like this could go under the radar and not be picked by the powers that be. It pulls you into the story in ways I haven't seen before.