The Marine in Seat 8C
I was flying from Palm Springs to San Francisco. I sat down in seat 9B. As I watched passengers embark, I noticed a young guy wearing a baseball cap backwards. There was something unusual about his movement. He sat in 8C. I noticed that a large part of his neck was red and that there was what seemed to be a large scare going under his cap. I thought he must have been in a fire. Ouch……
During the flight, I noticed he had his head down. I peeked between the seats. There was a book on his lap and his eyes were open but he wasn’t reading. Something was going on. Read the rest of this entry »