Last week I went on a business trip to Seattle. Flying time is 5 1/2 hours each way. I am not much for watching movies on a plane, so I always take a book or two for the flight. My son, Jon, was good enough to lend me "On Lower Frequencies, A Secret History of The City" by Erick Lyle. I finished it with time to spare, time that I spent re-reading selected parts on the return flight. It was that good! I laughed, I cried, I laughed some more. I met unforgettable people, like Jorge the homeless ...