a couple of hours into the flight i am on my fifth free beer (drinking a german beer in a can called DAB). boy, do I like international flights and the good news is that (gratuitous reference to an obscure event) like i was on my last transatlantic flight in 1991 when tomasin, bachman and i went to the world cup.
unfortunately, the movie is maverick, one that sharon and i watched with the kids last weekend. so it is going to be a long flight, nine hours from dallas to frankfurt.
I also realized sitting here that the bag of maternity clothes that barb's sister sent is locked and I do not remember seeing a key. god knows if I will have a problem with customs getting into germany or russia.
[originally written on a Newton MessagePad 120
using handwriting recognition.]