I don’t fool myself, I know I’m flying at the behest of big brother. As far as friends, depends how wide the circle is of those who know I fly. Immediate family knows I’m Envoy with AA benefits. The wider it gets, the more diluted it gets.... Eagle, American... doesn’t matter how often I correct them. The line blurs. Met a friend of mine while deadheading on a 73. He knows I’m Eagle. Told him I was going to pickup my plane. Next time we all got together, he relived the story of meeting me in the back of the jet I fly and how I could save the day if the pilots got incapacitated. Is what it is.