The plan was to get out the door, but we got a call from an importer who was in a desperate situation. He had a shipment of tropical fish from the Philippines that came into Detroit, he didn't have the necessary paperwork to clear it, so Delta was sending it to Chicago for clearance with Customs and Fish and Wildlife.
I had one foot out the door and wound up sticking around to help the guy out personally. And I met the Fish & Wildlife inspector at the airline to see the fish. Having the little guy in tow, it flashes back to how I started going to the airport with my dad, thirty seven or so odd years ago. It was a pretty special afternoon and evening.
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