It
was a dreadfully hot day at CMH......the AC had failed in the
terminal and the sun just poured heat and light into our
ticketing area.......Long lines of travelers wound around in
lines to wait while we hand-wrote tickets in those days before
they could go to the gates. On this particular day, my friend
Dick Dalto and I were writing tickets as fast as possible when
all of a sudden, the man in front of my position just passed
out and fell to the floor,,,,a victim of the heat and
anxiety....Dick, always quick with one liners and a very witty
, dry sense of humor....leaned over the counter, looked at the
prostrate form on the floor, looked back at me and exclaimed
for all to hear..." My Bill, they're just dying to get out of
CMH.