Another month, another transatlantic flight.

Today, we fly. Again. We are spending two glorious weeks in the snow-filled fields and forests of the Correct Spelling People. (They're related to the Letter People, but they never got their own television show on PBS.) We're kinda excited.

We'll make every effort to meet up with those we can meet up with, but if you feel neglected or simply feel like taking the initiative since you never did ask that girl out twelve years ago and she was pretty cute and it's now time for you to be a man, post a comment or send an email, and we'll reply/give you a call. I'd rather not post my parents' phone number on the web. For that matter, we can give you our AMERICAN cell phone number which we acquired in NYC last month because we thought it would be a useful thing to have while we're in country and because we missed the 646 area code. Don't worry, we're smarter than a contract; it's pay as you go. Reach out and touch someone.