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October 9, 2014
We're in this tiny plane, the four of us, and GT and I are behind the guys, letting them have the "front seat" as though it's 1952 and we're in a Studebaker. GT insisted on bringing white "Red Baron" scarves for all of us, and we're all laughing like loons, partly over the scarves but also to keep me from saying, for the 4,000th time, "I'd rather not say 'hello' to Amelia Earhart" and "Please avoid the Bermuda Triangle". I'm also advised to stop referring to us as "Kennedys", but honestly, I had forgotten about the fate of John, Jr.