"This is the only chance we get. Make it count. Live a little.”
"It's just a flesh wound. I went skiing the next day."
It's the mid-70s, and I'm the public relations man for a Denver-based airline. I've been told by the top brass that if the press asks about a certain matter, not to admit anything. I think "finesse it" was the way they wanted me to handle it. Sure, like I'd finesse a charging bull.