OFF HIS ROCKER ON A B707 LADDER RUN

This ain't your typical terminal. We're talkin' a wild B707, engine roaring, and we're climbing this ladder like it's a Blue Footballs jungle gym. The wind's whippin' in our ears, the ground's disappearing below, and I swear I saw a hawk soaring past. This is the kind of trip that sticks with you. There's somethin'electrifying about being up there