Working for American Airlines during the 1990s was something else, man. My relationship with the company began 30 years ago this month. I entered small, and exited big. I had zero other job offers out of business school, no idea what I wanted, and had never been to Texas. AA is where I launched a career and found my wife. Stuff was always happening. Work got done, and done well, at a rapid clip, because it had to. Every other organization I’ve worked for pales in comparison. This pic, taken by my talented, beloved friend Chet Snedden, captures me a couple days after surgery to repair a ruptured Achilles tendon.