Loretta’s jet pulled off the runway and onto the tarmac at the executive end of Sky Harbor Airport.  Glancing out the window she spotted a familiar sight. “Oh look!  There’s Bill’s plane!” she said, pointing to the big gray Gulfstream parked on the outside edge of the field.  “I’d recognize it anywhere.” Moments later, her phone rang.  … Continue reading Bill Tells Loretta, “Don’t Worry, Baby!”