A few days ago I sent Byron this article from Men's Vogue (yes, there is a Men's Vogue!): Frequent Fliers: They haul rhinos, auto parts, and luxury goods in jumbo jets that date to the Nixon administration. Meet the "freight dogs" — renegade airmen who keep the global economy aloft.. Ah, his new job.

Today, he sends this e-mail: "I knew it looked familiar. bryson's pub is where we ate night before last.."

It's an article of faith among freight dogs that George Lucas based Star Wars' famed cantina scene on the scuzzed-out cargo skippers at Bryson's Irish Pub, a flyboy Rick's Café adjacent to Miami International Airport through which generations of pilots have passed in a sort of demented finishing school. "We tend to be the rogues of the airline world," Tony Baca, a 747 cargo captain, told me recently. "The airline pilot is all prim and proper. We're not. It's a whole different culture."

And, since its a series of mission support photos, here's another of me-at-work: