It is Friday, and I am at the airport waving a little flag, a one-man welcoming committee. There is a name on the flag. I survey the arrivals, trying to put a face to the name. I do not have much to go on, just one telephone conversation.
The Lady with the Laptop
A Soap Opera From Hell
‘It comes as no surprise when an ophthalmist informs him that the tears he does produce–the consequence of various allergies–are deficient, poor-quality facsimiles of the real thing.’
The Many Face of Jeff Goldblum
It is Friday, and I am at the airport waving a little flag, a one-man...