So I’m back from Seattle, having had a wonderful time with any number of old friends. And having finally met Ursula K. Leguin, and actually been on a panel with her, as opposed to just looking at her from across the room as she’s mobbed by admirers, which I gather happens to her more or less all the time.
The first place we stopped was the Museum of Flight, which is right next to Boeing Field. In this photo I am actually in the cockpit of an SR-71 Blackbird, preparing to take off for . . . well, not much of anywhere. But I was ready. If my nation called, I was so totally there.
