TURBULENCE by Nance is Not Dad's Arthur Halley Stuff

Rather than having to read books while falling asleep, I now like to
borrow audio book cassettes & audio c.d.s from the public library.

Such is more fun than should be allowed (Letterman's line).

They tell me audio books may be downloaded onto puters and blackberries
for small prices.

I am currently listening to a thriller, which makes the popular 1960s
AIRPORT relative child's play.

The author Nance maximally/gratuitously trashes/bashes the industry
utilizing a scapegoat aka "Meridian Airlines."

It's not cricket to reveal plot; while heroic Charlton Heston & Helen
Hayes wannabes should be duly peed.

Can't wait for Nance's HOTEL version, as I was in motel biz years ago,
and thus look forward to un-thrilling treatment by not David Niven.