The redeye from Seattle was made bearable by four
Northwest beverage tickets my sister mailed in
advance of their Dec 31st expiration. Waiting for brother-in-law Jim to pick
me up in chilly predawn dark outside airport I bum a flavorless Yves-St.
Laurent cigarette from a man who says bumming's not the custom in Minneapolis.
"What are you going to do [for smokes] at your next stop?" he asks, fishing
for a conversation. I tell him, "This is my final destination."