November 22 dawned brisk and cloudy with a telltale gray aura as John Davis boarded the train to Idlewild Airport. Squeezing in among the other strap hangers, he prepped himself for the day ahead. Thanksgiving was quickly approaching so the terminal would be chock full of passengers disembarking for the holiday in New York City.
John thought of himself as a writer, so he had plenty of time to sketch characters, and journal in the dime…
