I'm about to travel, and Dirck emails me, wanting a column. When I travel, much of my brain shuts down. The total brain activity consists of "Did I pack extra batteries? Is the equipment that goes in the hold of the plane going to arrive at the same airport as I do? continued>>

"What we'd hit was not, in fact, a genuine mule deer, but a man dressed in a deer costume. He wore a flannel shirt and khaki's under his disguise, and introduced himself..." continued>>