It was the night flight from Houston. Almost perfect visibility. You could see the lights from all the little Texas towns far below. And I was sitting next to a fifty-year old woman who had never been on a plane before. And her son had sent her a ticket and said:
? Mom, you?ve raised ten kids; it?s time you got on a plane.
And she was sitting in a window seat staring out and she kept talking about the Big Dipper and that Little Dipper and pointing; and suddenly I realized that she thought we were in outer s***e looking down at the stars. And I said:
? You know, I think those lights down there are the lights from little towns.
? Mom, you?ve raised ten kids; it?s time you got on a plane.
And she was sitting in a window seat staring out and she kept talking about the Big Dipper and that Little Dipper and pointing; and suddenly I realized that she thought we were in outer s***e looking down at the stars. And I said:
? You know, I think those lights down there are the lights from little towns.