The Cold War was over, the Wall had been down less than a decade and I was winging my way to the Russian Far East on an ice bucket. That's when the curtain pulled back and a shadow fell across the page.
Ah, it's the first blush of spring. Love is in the air and somewhere, someone just felt Cupid's arrow pierce his heart-- And went after the little bastard with pest repellant.
You drink that on the dawn of vacation in a cabin pressurized to 8,000' and wonder why you swell up like the gum-chewing Violet on Willie Wonka and the button pops off your pants? Yea, I wonder too.