Dear Max,

As I’m sitting at the breakfast bar at the airport Coney Island at 7am on a Wednesday, I can’t help but watch all of the travelers pass by. Some are frustrated, some are tired and most are wearing pajamas or hooded sweatshirts.

Traveling on a plane is a privilege – people forget that. If you travel for work, school or church, you are a representative of that institution. People see or talk to you and ultimately make a judgement call based on the greater entity. As I travel to Manhattan for work it’s at the forefront of my mind.

Represent yourself well. Every time. You will never regret that.

Love,

Dad