While at home today, I asked my two bro's to please do a quick web search/ print for me.
This is what they found.
You'd think I asked them to look into amputee necophilia or something.
When Cindy & I got home today, we met up with Janet & Ron, who work in comics. Janet used to be my editor for Wizardworld.com before it went tits up.
They gave me a very sharp knife for christmas.
While home, I learned that my brother vomitted profusely while on the plane. Because they were in the front row, there was no convenient air sickness bag, and he had to plead for one from our father.
I can just imagine, as he croaked out "Bag! Dad! Bag! Dad!" some hapless flight attendant screaming "he's hijacking the plane to Iraq!" and causing a panic.
Heh.
Ah, well. The humiliation of public vomitting will have to be enough.