I am currently sitting in a restaurant in the Cincinnati airport with the words "Kentucky" and "Brewery" in the title, waiting for a connection to Shreveport, surrounded by business men and listening to some weird song that is sampling "Tainted Love." I just ate some soup with beer in it. I am quite certain that the two men beside me are discussing prostitutes.

I have decided to grow wings and avoid airports from now on.

I am excited however to meet the author Bill Cobb in a bit and fly with him the rest of the way, then rent a car and drive into Texas.

I think the man beside me just looked at my computer.