Thanks to an airline snafu, Bennie Ford is stuck — along with a lot of
other passengers— in the bowels of Chicago's O'Hare Airport in Jonathan Miles' Dear American Airlines. As the hours
tick by and it looks like he might miss his daughter Stella's wedding,
Bennie begins a venom-laced missive to American Airlines, demanding his
$392.68 back: ''I suppose you little piglets are accustomed to being
huffed upon and puffed upon.'' With no planes in sight, he rambles on.
The letter — a bit overlong, but tender and corrosively funny — becomes an
elegy to his wasted life and to the relationship he never managed to
have with Stella. A-
Originally posted May 30, 2008Published in issue #995-996 Jun 06, 2008Order article reprints
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