I sat next to the brewery heiress and tennis player darling Carling Bassett on a Toronto-Miami flight where she was on her way back to Nick B's tennis academy.
Nice girl, though I think most of her brains were in her arms and legs.
We got diverted to Philly with a technical problem, and when the time came to reboard, there was one passenger missing. I remembered having seen her in the terminal bookstore, so I bravely volunteered to go and extricate her so we could depart,
