[A repeat from December 6, 2018] I used to travel to Monterrey Mexico for business. One such occasion was November 27, 1990. My American Airlines flight landed at Monterrey International Airport a little after noon. The day was sunny and beautiful. As we taxied in to the terminal, I looked out the window and thought — oh my goodness – what is that sitting on the tarmac? It was AIR FORCE ONE.
As we began to debark, I was greeted by my dear friend Antonio who excitedly announced that the Presidents of the United States and Mexico — George H.W. Bush and Carlos Salinas – would soon be arriving for the departure of President Bush on Air Force One. We walked out to the parking lot and – off in the distance – we saw the pulsing of Mars lights. And a long parade of serious-looking cars. It looked like we were in the right place – at the right time. We hiked out to the narrow entry to the airport where we knew the cars would pass. And we stood – alone. Not a soul was around us. Just Antonio. And me.
The first vehicles to pass – police cars and lorries – slowed to a crawl as they rounded our corner. Just a few feet away. And then we saw the magnificent – huge – black limo which chauffeured the Presidents of Mexico. And the United States of America. Antonio and I stood at attention. And waved. From behind the large window in the back seat, a hand pressed against the window. And waved – enthusiastically – back to us. Antonio was sure it was Carlos Salinas waving to him. But I’m pretty sure it was George H.W. Bush. Waving to me. . . . . 🙂