If the next table is speaking French, does that make the food court more glamorous?

Hello from JFK’s Terminal One, home to several international airlines, including Al Italia. Soon I will be able to check in for my flight, which will take me to Rome, where I transfer to the flight that goes to Istanbul. That’s where I’m headed: Istanbul.

If you want to know what books I’ve packed, I blogged about that at Jacket Copy.

The one I didn’t bring, unfortunately, is the Lonely Planet-type guide to Istanbul I bought months ago. It has nice pictures and historical context but I’ve barely paged through it — I was saving it to read on the flight. Instead I’ve contented myself with Wikipedia, which makes me feel all dirty.

The other thing I forgot was the cable that connects my digital camera to my laptop. I was thinking about the camera — brought a big pack of extra batteries — but, apparently, I wasn’t thinking about it enough. So I hope that my friend in Istanbul, in addition to having excellent taste and knowledge of the city, have a little camera cable. That’ll make things here over the next week that much more interesting.

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I like sitting in Jack Webb's booth.