The Note Page #4

Who's "t"?

I don't know,

but I want to find out.

I want to find out

who wrote it

and give it to the person

that it was meant for.

And write about it

in your column.

Exactly!

You know, I could probably

get this thing fingerprinted

or go online or...

But no column.

Correct.

I want to solve the mystery

of this note myself

and bring my readers

along for the ride,

and hopefully fix my problems

with Nora.

So what do you think?

I think you may have

struck gold here.

Really?

Yeah.

Except one thing.

-What?

Do you really think

that a guy

sitting on an airliner,

hurtling helplessly

towards earth,

is gonna have the composure

to write a note?

I've thought about that.

The pilot notified

ground control

that there was a problem

in the cockpit,

a full three minutes

before the explosion.

Three minutes, king.

Yeah. Okay.

Okay, so in those

three minutes

people knew they were

in trouble.

I mean,

they must have known

or at least had the fear

that they could die.

What would you do?

Well, eat the cookies

for sure,

but write a note?

I don't know.

It's signed "dad".

If you had a kid,

wouldn't you want him

or her to know

what was on your mind

in those last terrible minutes?

I do have a kid.

You do?

He's a boy, 19.

He's away at college.

So, you actually found a woman

who could put up with you, huh?

not quite.

She dumped me

for a state farm agent

six years ago.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean

to poke fun.

It's okay.

I'm way past it now.

Unfortunately, David,

my... my son,

he pretty much only heard

her side of the story,

so he blames me

for the divorce.

He thinks it

was my fault.

Was it?

I don't know, maybe.

being on the road

as much as I was.

Anyway, he is pissed at me.

Basically, we have zero

relationship.

So...

In your last couple of minutes

on this planet...?

Yeah...

I guess writing him a note

might've crossed my mind.

Hey, how about another cup

of this less

than desirable coffee

and then I will get

outta your hair.

You have a column

to write.

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Dear readers,

i found myself inexplicably

drawn to the shore today,

to a place where,

a few days before,

I'd seen several family members

gathered to mourn the loss

of loved ones on flight 848.

While there,

i chanced upon a treasure.

It was not one of jewels

or gold,

but a simple handwritten note.

Its words speak of a love

as wide as the sea

in which it was discovered.

This treasure rose up

amid the debris of flight 848

and was signed only "dad".

If the message was written

in the final few moments

of that flight,

then it is

the last communication

from that doomed plane

to those of us still living.

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