As I was boarding my very early flight this morning in Atlanta, I was struck by what I saw. At first, I thought I was seeing things. I was a bit bleary-eyed from the redeye flight from LAX, but I rubbed my eyes and sure enough, there it was. The man from the American Gothic painting was on my flight. Imagine my surprise when the overall-wearing, sportcoat clad farmer walked onto my plane!!!
Yep, except he wasn't carrying a pitchfork and he was wearing a really bad ball cap. I felt I had a brush with celebrity.
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