I’m on a Southwest 737 flying at twilight over what I take to be western Wyoming right now. The few clouds are beautifully illuminated by the setting sun. So pink, so g-a-y. Will pick up my book shortly. I’m just enjoying the red wine right now. I have dozens of the drink coupons that Southwest gives to its frequent flyers. I never use them since I keep them stored in a handy place at home, always to leave for the airport without them. Except this time! So on board I ask if they have any red wine, waiting for the reply of well, yes, we have a nice Pinot from the Santa Cruz mountains, or a Cab from the Rutherford Valley in Napa County. And we have an old-vine Zin from Paso Robles. Which would you prefer? But instead I thought I heard, “sure we have red wine” and before I knew it I was given a plastic cup full of, indeed, red wine. Yum.