My grandmother, Wilka Storz, died on Friday. Thus I'll again be flying ... first to Michigan, then driving to Missouri, then driving back to Michigan, then flying back to Seattle. Since this is a delicate time for all of us, I'll refrain from complaining about this somewhat inefficient travel arrangement and default to my usual pre-air message to all of my friends ... if my plane goes down, then that's proof that I'm right, facing one's fears leads only to death.