Diners and Diapers... two seemingly at odd topics co-exist on an airplane far more intimately than you ever wanted to know. Just be glad we got rid of those germ-carriers called blankets.
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.
Given the amount of booze being tossed back and the light show outside from nearby thunderstorms, we had morphed into a rocking Club 737 at 40,000'. The only thing missing was a pole in the aisle.