An old man climbed aboard United Air Lines flight 709 in New York last week to fly to Los Angeles and celebrate his 75th birthday. His famous stride had become a careful step, his hands looked transparent and his skin like parchment, but his back was West Point-straight, his manner commanding. When the stewardess saw that General Douglas MacArthur had not fastened his safety belt (he never does), she made the best of it and said nothing.
A head wind delayed the flight an hour and 14 minutes, and the plane landed in a fog so dense that an American...
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