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August 14, 2001 — 8 PM

Please Return Your Stomachs and Brainwaves to Their Upright Position

I’ve never been especially fond of air travel. For one, the name is such a misnomer. ‘Air’ implies a breezy, carefree journey. Light as the clouds. Fresh as an October morning. Yet strangely, what I usually experience is the loud, turbulent rumbling of a metal and plastic tube diligently packed with passengers and filled with oxygen carefully preserved from the Battle of Stalingrad.

Nevertheless, I remain thankful. I still do not know “How to Eat Gruel at the Moscow Airport.”

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Previously: Mile-End

Subsequently: Mom, the Dictionary’s Singing Again

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