I’ve flown to Sydney and back since my last post. After staring through the window of a Boeing 737 at ten thousand metres, up where the atmosphere itself is tenuous

I’ve flown to Sydney and back since my last post. After staring through the window of a Boeing 737 at ten thousand metres, up where the atmosphere itself is tenuous
It would be remiss of me not to write a quick post about Arthur C. Clarke on the sixth anniversary of his death. I was