Maybe the mouse is dead. This is my first trip to Orlando in a plane full of grown-ups. Usually the background noise is whining and crying and… Damn! The cap’n has just come on the intercom congratulating Josie Something-or-other on her first flight and thanking her for the crayon rendition of the corporate mouse. Happily, Josie isn’t caterwauling or spreading her pertussis around the cabin. Yet.
Wi-fi in the sky. It could only be better if it was free.