Michael Crichton died. I cannot hardly believe that. Everyone has a story left to tell—and whether you loved his books or not—he had words still to give, and now they’re gone.
I’m flying to China tomorrow. Don’t know if I’ll be posting here or here, but either way, there will be updates. First Shanghai, and then Hong Kong and Beijing. Lots of work to do on the plane.
More later, folks. In the meantime, tell me about the one place you’re dying to visit—and what it is about that place that speaks to you.