Tragic Flight

Sept. 4, 1961. Chicago Airport. My plane leaves at 2:20pm. My life ends today........Yes, that's right Herb Albert.......No...but I do get that all the time. My flight will land in Madrid, Spain in aprox. 10 hours. God I miss them already, if they only knew.....it's better this way, better that they don't know. Her voice is getting more distant now not as loud as it used to be. Still, I don't think I'll ever be well again. Don't listen to people that say, "At least I have my health", that's not the half of it. Tomorrow I'll try to forget about Dan Sawyer, his wife, his kids, his mistakes......I love airports, there's something about them, the people different races, cultures, creeds........priests, monks, thieves.........murders, all coming to this place...crazy! Got 20 min till my plane leaves, finish my Jack on the rocks, quick bathroom break, and I'm sitting in coach. Excuse me miss could I get a Jack and Coke.........Thanks. Bottoms up, to the loneliest flight of my life.