A man remembers a teen affair with a very worldly woman who teaches him the facts of life
I hailed a cab at the Seattle airport, told the cabbie the name of my hotel, and then slumped into the back seat. It had been a long trip from Boston and I was tired. Tomorrow I would start a three week familiarization program on the intricacies of the new Boeing 767 in order to flesh out the section on modern aircraft design for the book I was writing. Tufts University, my new employer, was caught up in the “publish or perish” syndrome and expected me to contribute profusely to...