Ongoing season’s greetings, Kansas City.
The 21st century way to travel is to keep a laptop handy or a wireless Blackberry whatsit tucked up under the scrotum at all times. But the only innovations I’m carrying on my person is a pair of underwear turned inside out (forgot to bring enough…again) and fleece pants — artificial fleece pants. Witchcraft! That’s why this blog hasn’t been…
