A sunny Saturday afternoon, we meet at the Park by Reagan Airport for a Picnic. I ride my bicycle. And bring wine, cheese, some hummus and flatbread crackers. We eat, drink and chat for a while. I tell you about how I can fix things that are broken. You tell me about how you love to travel and wish you were flying away...Completely relaxed, we lie back and watch the planes fly over head...Then, as a 747 flies overhead, I roll half-over propped up on my arm staring into your eyes. The moment is perfect and I kiss you...