Stopover
September, 1974
a man can't do everything, but how much time had he wasted in transit lounges?I am Sitting Alone in the airport at Athens, jangled with gin and mental fatigue, having a conversation with my grandfather. The subject is travel. Grandfather, who died in 1937, finds it praiseworthy that I have stirred my stumps to the extent of journeying all the way to Athens. Very enterprising, he thinks; it shows admirable breadth of spirit. He himself made several crossings of the Atlantic in the 1870s and 1880s...