I was performing my usual preflight routine of folding the lower half of my toothpick body into the seat pocket in front of me when a boy appeared in the aisle, staring.
Under his curly head of hair was a timid face, and a lip that quivered slightly on the right. He looked about 13 years old. Our eyes met for a brief second.
Many say that the eyes are the window to the soul. I think that’s a bunch of baloney, but at that moment, I could see that he was unmistakably ner...