Upon smoking more crack...I mean listening in to the SFO tower some more, seems the poor bastard tagged with the task of cleaning up the mess on runway 1 right determined it wasn't a rabbit after all but one of the thousands of feral cats that inhabit the waterfront along the Bay Trail by the airport. Poor dumb kitty, getting ground up by the main gear of the red-eye to Chicago. I wonder how often that happens? And why am I telling you this?
Posted by eric at August 25, 2006 09:57 PM