Aug. 29, 2012 —
The turbulence pitched us all over the sky and I kept thinking that I was going to die in a plane crash with this famous TV journalist. Somehow, that was not a comforting thought, despite the good company.
As we circled the tiny airport, the turbulence was worse. I turned to look at Schorr and his eyes were closed and his lips were moving. I knew he was praying.
But our pilot was calm. As we descended toward that speck of a runway, I asked him how he managed to stay cool and he said quietly:
“This is a piece of cake. Ain’t nobody shooting at us.”
We went back to Lexington by car.