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 straddling this ladder like it's a jungle gym. The wind's screamin' in our ears, the ground's fading below, and I swear I saw a falcon soaring past. This is the kind of trip that changes your perspective. There's somethin'magical about being up there, staring