I got to fly on the wings of my imagination. Thanks to Levar Burton and reading rainbow I have done things in my mind beta concorde pilots only dream of. I'll be ordering two olives in my martini tonight son.

They flew over my neighborhood everyday, and you couldn't be standing on the Jetty when they opened up over the Atlantic. People would wind up in the water.

The fact that we have nigger-designed 737 medium-sized medium-speed planes falling out of the sky and not the Concorde as our aviation fleets these days is my surefire indicator that we are on the wrong path. Maybe interminably.