CHAPTER 8 Statue of Liberty "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.” Friday, 4 th July 1986 I felt a little “tired”...but I wasn’t “poor.” Although, I did feel a bit “huddled” in the cramped cockpit of this Boeing 737...”yearning to breathe free.” As for being “wretched refuse”...perhaps I had indeed imbibed to excess with bourbon the night before. So why were verses from Poet Emma Lazarus’ “The New Colossus” rattling round my brainpan, dear reader? In a word: inspiration. No doubt caused by the view I had of the floodlit Statue of Liberty, far below, off the left ...