On our way to the Berlin Wall on Sunday, Hania and I stopped at Sparky's in downtown Miami for some barbecue. We got talking to the two couples next to us and learned that both of the men were commercial pilots. One man's wife told me that they used to live in the condo we could see out the window. She said that about 10 minutes before takeoff her husband would call her and tell her to go out on the balcony. Then, as he flew over the building, he would blink the lights of his 737.
