OFF HIS ROCKER ON A B707 LADDER RUN

This ain't your typical terminal. We're talkin' a wild B707, engine thrumming, and we're scaling this ladder like it's a stairway to heaven. The wind's whippin' in our ears, the ground's shrinking below, and I swear I saw a falcon divebombing past. This is the kind of trip that sticks with you. There's somethin'hypnotic about being up there, stari