If you happened to have flown out of San Francisco to Seattle on Virgin America last week, or back last night, you might have noticed me. I was the guy with the big helmet on his dome, swinging his head around like a weirdo. I didn’t see you, though. For all I know, I was on the flight alone (sorry to April, who sat right next to me). I fly a lot for work, be it a quick two hours or less… Read More
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