You don't know turbulence like Lt. Col. Jeremy DeHart knows turbulence—unless your plane has dropped 1,000 feet in a moment.
Here in 2022, you might think that we monitor hurricanes with a network of satellites and drones and other long-distance tools from the placid safety of some government bunker. But the only way to really know what a storm is doing is for five people to get on a plane and fly into it. They fly through the eyewall, the most ferocious part of the storm, and send information back to the National Hurricane Center so that folks there can issue advisories to the rest of us. We take this knowledge for granted, that we have a decent idea of how strong each storm is and where it will make landfall. But for most of human history, we would have just opened up the front door one day to find a cyclone on the doorstep. So who's flying these planes, anyway? |
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Philadelphia has the unsavory, but probably fair, reputation of claiming home to the worst fanbase in sports. I should know. I'm part of it. We've flipped cars in celebration of winning the Super Bowl, booed our franchise players right out of the city, and on one infamous occasion, we've purposefully vomited on children. (That last guy was technically from New Jersey though, so we don't take full credit for him). Philadelphia is the one city where the same thing happens if we win or lose. Don't get it wrong—we wouldn't have it any other way. Right now, the drinking water in Philly must be laced with magic, because the impossible is happening. There's a serious chance for the baseball, football, and basketball trifecta of championships this year in Philadelphia, and the fans may just flip every damn car in the city. |
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"She was the most beautiful girl I ever saw," Frank Rosenthal remembers. "Statuesque. Great posture. And everyone who met her liked her in five minutes. The girl had fantastic charm. When I met Geri, she was a dancer at the Tropicana. She was also a chip hustler. She was a working girl. She had a couple of guys who she went with, and she made about $300,000 a year. I used to meet her after work, but the more I went out with her, the more I saw in her. I realized that I was changing my attitude toward her one night when I went over to see her dance at the Trop." |
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