“Ma’am, this is very, vitally important.  We need just a few minutes of his time.”

     “What time does your flight come in?”

     “One thirty.”

     “I can give you a few minutes around three thirty, but not very long.”

     “That’s fine.  Thank you.”

     I clicked off my cell phone and told Jody of our flight time and meeting time with Nick Woodhouse.  She was more than thrilled, and was, all of a sudden, very hungry.  So was I. 

     We walked next door to a Mexican restaurant, Salsa Fiesta.  Jody and I both ordere...

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