So, circa 1997, I'm waiting in the D Concourse of the ATL waiting to to take my Embraer puddle jumper back to GTR. GTR was only serviced by the Delta Connection at the time, so if you died, you either had to fly DC to Dallas or ATL before you could connect to heaven or hell. It was the last flight of the day, ~9:30 PM and really, only the die hards booked it, because if there was any SNAFU (and there usually was due to weather, mechanicals, crew time, solar spots and/or pilot flatulence) you wer