A Piece Of The Action
THE JET’S WINDSHIELD SHATtered at 45,000 feet. Without warning. Three hours over the Atlantic. They could press on for Europe or make an emergency landing in Maine. Only one man could make the call: Sylvester Stallone. ““Should we go on? We might make it’,’’ the pilot shouted. ““Or we could turn around and go back to Bangor.’’ Stallone thought of his girlfriend, his daughter and, strangely, of Woody Harrelson. Harrelson had skipped the flight at the last minute....