Normally when I write about my air travels, I talk about the strange people I meet, the rudeness of the airport staff or how flying turns my bottom into a crop duster. On this flight to Philadelphia, though, I only have two positive things to mention. I shall ignore the fact that the plane was old [...

Two nights ago I went to Publix. I needed to buy some bottled water (I refuse to pay $5 a bottle at the hotel) some toothpaste, a bag of Doritos (I know I shouldn’t) and some extra strength hemorrhoid cream. I paid $21 with my credit card and off I went. Next door was a [...]