This morning I caught an early flight out of Palm Springs to Orlando, Florida to attend the Global Pet trade show. I flew on a jet owned by a friend of a friend named Ted (see right) so I expected a first class trip to Florida. As it turned out, Ted has a lot of friends who needed a lift. There were quite a few other people on Ted's plane. Anyway unfortunately for me, one of Ted's friends was the Marlboro Man from 1942. He was an old wrinkled up man with a giant cowboy hat who reeked of cigarette smoke and whisky. What a joy. I instantly put on my headphones and turned up the ole iPod, sipped my Bloody Mary quietly and tried not to breathe.
Above: the smelly old cowboy who sat next to me on my flight to Orando. I think he had a few too many ciggies and shots of whisky before the flight.
-Rick Rockhill
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