Somewhere over northern Florida,

There are times in your life when you wish you were doing something else. Sitting for the SATs, sitting in a dentist’s examination chair, sitting for a lecture from your angry wife, and sitting in a busy airport with the other hurricane refugees, are all such times. Now, however, I’m sitting in the back of a small noisy jet, next to a small noisy child. The fact that this child is my own is little consolation. Fortunately, the Game Boy has had it’s hoped for effect – namely, it has reduced the overall noise level of the cramped cabin significantly.