Last
year in October I came to visit Malcolm for one day. I had just returned
from Las Vegas where I had attended a trade show. The following afternoon
Malcolm had to take me to the airport. Unlike Malcolm, he did not check
my ticket. And, neither did I.
We thought my plane departed from Houston Hobby Airport. Needless to
say, when we arrived at the airport with about 40 minutes to go, we
discovered that we were supposed to be at the Houston Intercontinental
Airport.
By
some miracle the roads were fairly open and Mr. G. took me in his black
bullet. We got to the other airport in about 15 minutes. Malcolm was
very cautious and he only took the car to run at about 160 miles per
hour and the road was 100% open. Needless to say, I was a little shaky
and quite relieved to arrive at the airport unscathed.
On
arriving at the airport after our usual hugs, cheers and good byes kind
of thing, a very sensitive police officer just about arrested Malcolm
for getting out of his car in a drop off zone. At this stage, it was
about 2 3 weeks after the September 11th incident but Malcolm and
I managed to calm down the police officer and we parted.
This was one of the great fun times I had with Malcolm and I really
hope you experienced the same fun.
