Homecoming King

American Airlines Flight #2110 is cruising at an altitude of 37,000 feet somewhere in the skies just northeast of Raleigh Durham. I am in seat 21J, wedged between an elderly Latino couple whose snoring even Keane can’t drown out. I’m almost home. This morning’s helicopter ride was a bust. Despite my colleague’s best efforts to…

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Into Miami

I’m in the epicenter of American Club Culture with my MTV News colleagues and we spent our evening partying … at The Radisson. I spent the balance of my Monday in transit. Better living through chemistry made takeoff, flight, and landing painless. My knuckles were far from white. In fact, I slept through everything, including…

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