Greetings from a Ghost-Town New Orleans

Picked a hell of a time to go to work for an airline, didn’t I?

Hi, it’s me, Trey. I promised you stories from my adventures as a 52-year-old baby flight attendant. I never imagined I’d be trying my hand at a modern-day Decameron.

But here I am, sitting at Gate C14 in a nigh-on deserted Louis Armstrong International, looking at a day full of canceled fli…

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