Whaddup Chroniclers? Got yer cup? I think I've mentioned this in the past. I love flying. Not in the metaphorical sense—like “spread your wings.” I mean actual flying, in an airplane. Preferably with snacks and questionable decision-making involved. If you ever want to fly somewhere, the Ruski is your guy. He’s always down. “If you ever want to go, let’s go.” That’s his whole business plan. And I’m thinking, perfect . I’ll go with the Ruski anytime—because worst case scena