Fact is, I wasn't supposed to be in Dallas.
I was supposed to have traveled to Memphis by motorcycle, and I did in fact leave my daughter's place in College Station the previous day on a Moto Guzzi. About an hour east of Little Rock, a person "under the influence" ran over me on I-40, but, thankfully, I"m here to tell the tale (unfortunately, my Guzzi did not survive).
Long story short, that accident resulted in my catching a plane back to KC out of Little Rock after a quick stop in Dallas.
It was in Dallas that Jamaal Charles boarded the Kansas City flight and sat across the aisle. Respecting the man's privacy, I did the best I could to wait till the initial approach into Kansas City before striking up a short conversation.
I introduced myself and told him about my granddaughter Jessi from College Station - I purchased her a "Jamaal Charles" Chief's jersey for Christmas. Her mom reported that Jessi wore the shirt for seven straight days (to bed, to school, to guitar practice, and back to bed) before being convinced to take it off for a wash. After the wash, another seven straight days.
He got a big laugh and thanked me for sharing.
Of course, I called my granddaughter and told her the story as soon as we landed.
Her response? "Pappa, did you get me an autograph?"