How'd I Get Here? And Why Am I Stealing M&m's From Air Force One? by Dan BeckmannHow'd I Get Here? And Why Am I Stealing M&m's From Air Force One? by Dan Beckmann

How'd I Get Here? And Why Am I Stealing M&m's From Air Force One?

byDan Beckmann

Paperback | July 8, 2014

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Dan Beckmann appears to be an average guy living a common life. That is, until he begins to share his extraordinary collection of surprising stories. He finds adventure the way he finds friends—everywhere. Through his witty, lighthearted, and entertaining tales, he reminds us that the best things in life are free, that extraordinary adventures are always waiting just around the corner—and that it’s never too late to laugh your way to the finish line. No matter where you are in life there are people around you who help you step up, step over, or step to it. Even if you’ve stepped in it!
Dan Beckmann worked as a cameraman for NBC News for 15 years. While on staff in Tel Aviv, he helped cover the continuation of the Middle East Peace Process. His travels have taken him throughout Europe, Asia, and the Middle East, helping NBC cover a wide range of stories: from the Olympics in Torino, to coverage of 9-11 at Ground Zero,...
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Title:How'd I Get Here? And Why Am I Stealing M&m's From Air Force One?Format:PaperbackDimensions:190 pages, 8.5 × 5.5 × 0.4 inPublished:July 8, 2014Publisher:Morgan James PublishingLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:1630470562

ISBN - 13:9781630470562

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Air Force One is big – all 4,000 square feet of interior floor space. I noticed the plane parked on the tarmac next to a hanger built to accommodate large commercial aircraft. It was too large to be parked inside.As the morning sun peeked just above the tree line at the end of the runway, I began another round of clearances. Inching closer to the plane, I passed through another metal detector and was given one final wand search and a last clipboard check at the base of a stairway, which led to an opened hatch door bearing the presidential seal.I was aboard Air Force One. Everyone on the plane seemed to know his or her destination, except my audio operator Mike Huntting, and me. I looked at Mike like a deer stares into headlights. His wide-eyed glance confirmed we were in perfect harmony. It wasn’t so much that we didn’t know where to go. We didn’t. But, more importantly, Mike and I realized we were on Air Force One. We were waiting for Tom Brokaw, so we could hang out with the President of the United States of America.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgments
Falsehoods and Liberties    
A Note From The Author   

Bush, Brokaw, and Burglary at 39,000 Feet   
Music in the Midwest: The Sound of My Formidable Years   
Stars, Stripes, and Yikes!    
Radio Dazed    
Laundry Day and Local TV    
“His Airness” and The Little Man    
My Life and Times in the Middle East    
“Is This Supposed To Happen?”    
Golfing With an Arnold Palmer    
Brother, Can You Spare My Dime?    
Spies, Lies, and Videotape    
Happy Birthday, John!   
“Get Me People in Spandex”    
Steven Hawking Unplugged    
Space Cowboys    
Music Mayhem    
There’s Something Fishy Going On In Dubai    
Floating from Finland to Florida 
  
Epilogue    
Lastly, a quick thanks:    
Lastly, Lastly—About the Author: