Guess Wild Turkey Can’t Fly
On May 6th, Orlando International was a ghost town. PJ and I sidled uninterrupted by another soul to the counter to check our baggage, then wandered through the vastness of vacant restaurants and gift shops before finally securing a beer from a Mom & Pop joint who probably hoped we’d order more than a pair of Bud Lights. Upon touchdown, Pittsburgh International was even more desolate, George Washington and Franco Harris silently holding fort over the empty, stationary escalators. Our… Read More »
Ian Nance
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