I lead a double life and in my other manifestation I am but a humble merchant who hawks his wares at a public market in a little mountain town that is crammed with tourists every summer. Our little winery seems to make products that those enjoying the clean air and drop-dead stunning landscape like to add to their experience. Therefore, every Saturday morning from April to October I lug about a thousand pounds of wine, a tent and my computer an hour over a mountain pass and do some business.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://www.avweb.com/insider/generations-later-boeing-pride-still-runs-deep