The plane trip began in Tuscaloosa, and stopped in Jackson, before it finally reached Dallas. Later in life, taking this hopscotch flight was as aggravating as a floater in my eye. But not when I was 21 years old. Not when I was headed to my first big job interview — and my very first airplane ride. I was meeting with a large paper company. Apparently, they liked our first meeting at the University of Alabama, so I was invited to fly out and meet some of the muckety mucks. The operative word here is fly. Woo hoo! I certainly...

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