Pig Foot

“Do you like food?” The question was put to me, last night after work, over a glass of wine. Sebastien, bless his Teutonic sensitivity, was concerned that I hadn’t made Official Dinner Plans in Montreal. This is apparently a sin of some sort. Add to that, it was Friday, and well, he was concerned. “What did […]

Not So New Driver

And now we come to the part of the flight where the soporific effect of the hum of the engines has caused me to sleep through the food service. Damn. I write (again, without wireless, and again, at 35 thousand feet) en route to Montreal, a first for me. It’s for work (naturally) and it’s of […]