J F K Interspatial

Jeff handed him a bag with something rolled up in aluminum foil inside, roty for the road, chicken, no bone. He knew how tavy was climbing out from a financial hole, and had been bringing by extras after he closed up each night. Most of the food here was for non human tourists, variations on foods that wouldn't upset their unique systems. Tovy did one more run back to j f k, and this time he flew a few loops around the mega structure. J f k interspatial was the foot of a leg that stretched up in the sky, piercing the clouds and rising beyond until it reached space.