It was a DC 9
Three seats on one side
Two on the other.
I was on my way to New York for my Blue Man Group call back / training session.
It was definitely a DC 9. It had the engines at the back. It was damn loud and difficult to have a conversation.
The man sitting next to me was a psychotherapist. Though at the time I had a therapist, this was long before I had ever imagined becoming a therapist.
His long silver hair was brushed back. He was wearing a jacket with elbow patches. It was like I was sitting next to Frasier Crane. He looked like a therapist.
“So, when you were therapized, did all of your jackets suddenly develop elbow patches?”
My jokes were funny to me. At that moment, it was all that mattered.
He was a curious guy, both gentle and invasive at the same time.
He asked, as sensitive Americans sometimes do, about what I imagined the difference to be between Canada and the US.
Invariably, I said something about healthcare, violence of inception and Puritanism.
He jumped on the healthcare theme. His question to me went s…
