Every so often stuff happens here (esp. at Gerrard Square) that makes me realize the East Side isn't that far removed from the rundown area that George Walker used to write about. I still remember being in the discount electronics store on Gerrard when someone came in with a TV from Walmart (still in the box) and asked if the clerks wanted to buy it from her. Pretty smooth...
Just a few days ago, I was heading over the bridge to the gym when I heard a lot of shouting. As I came into the parking lot, I saw three security guards surrounding a woman near the exit of the grocery story, not letting her into the parking lot. Apparently, they were waiting for the police to show up, as the days are pretty much gone when you can make a citizen's arrest and make it stick. Anyway, she kept shouting at them to back off, finally saying she would pull down her pants and scream that she was being raped. Quite the drama queen. It was certainly disappointing in seeing just how long it was taking the police to arrive. I managed to avoid getting caught up in that dispute, fortunately.
That same evening, after I was done with the gym, I stopped and bought a few things at the grocery store. The screaming woman was long gone, but there was some kind of creepy guy who had been hanging around for 3 hours. The cashiers thought he perhaps had locked his keys in the car and needed money for an Uber. Anyway, it was making them all uncomfortable, and they were thinking of calling the police yet again.
As I was getting ready to go over the bridge, I saw someone drive up, then head up the bridge. It probably was nothing, but it seemed just a bit too suspicious to me (given it would make a lot more sense to park in the parking lot on the other side of the bridge) and it was dark by this point, so I went the long way around.
The neighbourhood has come a long way, but it probably could stand a bit more gentrification...
Saturday, February 29, 2020
Saturday, February 22, 2020
Crossing off key lists
Now that I have seen Cymbeline just a couple of weeks ago (and Henry VIII in Stratford last fall), I have now hit 29 out of 38 Shakespeare's plays. It's not really a personal accomplishment (aside from suffering through some spectacularly uncomfortable seats once in a while), but it has taken a long time to get there. I'll definitely try to catch Two Gentlemen of Verona on its next pass through Toronto, and probably Timon of Athens. But I'm very much on the fence regarding The Winter's Tale, which doesn't really appeal to me. And I'm pretty sure I'll pass on Coriolanus and Titus Andronicus (as I have in the past), so I suspect I probably never will cross the line to see all 38.
This isn't my list of the top 100 novels to read, but it's a pretty good list (compiled from 8 other lists!). Now there is no question it is very parochial, in the sense it is dominated by English and American authors, with only a few key works in translation. It probably should add Fathers and Sons by Turgenev, Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita and Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and it definitely should include The Brothers Karamazov* (certainly instead of the Judy Blume book!), and I might have tried to sneak Dostoevsky's Demons on there as well. It doesn't have Dante's The Divine Comedy or Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. And I would probably have swapped London Fields for Amis's Money. And I would likely add Durrell's The Alexandria Quartet for good measure and probably Fante's The Bandini Quartet (and remove the children's books and Lord of the Rings). As it turns out, I've read 70 of the ones on the list as it stands. Pretty good, I'd say. (I'm not entirely sure I want to go through all 500+ books in the database,** but I'll probably get to that some day...)
There are one or two that I will never read (Little Women and Frazen's The Corrections (where I thought the original New Yorker story was fine, but I couldn't get into this novel)), but eventually I'll probably get most of the way through this list. Since I have hijacked my main reading list yet again, in order to purge a box of random novels from the basement, I may decide that I ought to not forget to tackle a couple of the "classics" each year. From this particular list, the missing ones that are the most compelling are Waugh's Brideshead Revisited, Nabokov's Pale Fire and Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being ✓. I'll try to get around to one of these by the spring (and I am thinking of reading the newish translation of Don Quixote in the summer/early fall, though I did read a previous translation).
Now I kind of go back and forth on Doblin's Berlin Alexanderplatz (incidentally not on any of these lists, but certainly a classic of world literature). I came thisclose to ordering a copy of the relatively new translation on NYRB today. I held off at the last minute (and actually this is one that I should see if it is at BMV, along with keeping my eyes open for Mann's Buddenbrooks). I'm kind of glad to learn that Doblin's novel, while basically as challenging as Joyce's Ulysses, is under 500 pages, so it wouldn't be anything like the trek through Musil (to say nothing of Proust). Or even Mann's The Magic Mountain for that matter, which tops out at just over 700 pages. It is a bit of a surprise that Thomas Mann isn't on these top 100 book lists either, as he certainly would have been 25 years ago.
* In fact, going by this guy's own methodology, The Brothers Karamazov needs to be on the list but isn't because he listed the book on two separate rows rather than combining the entries.
** It's actually just a bit under 400 on the mega-list if you remove the children/YA books, the SF/fantasy sets and the non-fiction/memoirs. Of the remaining novels, I've read 160 or just over 42%.
This isn't my list of the top 100 novels to read, but it's a pretty good list (compiled from 8 other lists!). Now there is no question it is very parochial, in the sense it is dominated by English and American authors, with only a few key works in translation. It probably should add Fathers and Sons by Turgenev, Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita and Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and it definitely should include The Brothers Karamazov* (certainly instead of the Judy Blume book!), and I might have tried to sneak Dostoevsky's Demons on there as well. It doesn't have Dante's The Divine Comedy or Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. And I would probably have swapped London Fields for Amis's Money. And I would likely add Durrell's The Alexandria Quartet for good measure and probably Fante's The Bandini Quartet (and remove the children's books and Lord of the Rings). As it turns out, I've read 70 of the ones on the list as it stands. Pretty good, I'd say. (I'm not entirely sure I want to go through all 500+ books in the database,** but I'll probably get to that some day...)
There are one or two that I will never read (Little Women and Frazen's The Corrections (where I thought the original New Yorker story was fine, but I couldn't get into this novel)), but eventually I'll probably get most of the way through this list. Since I have hijacked my main reading list yet again, in order to purge a box of random novels from the basement, I may decide that I ought to not forget to tackle a couple of the "classics" each year. From this particular list, the missing ones that are the most compelling are Waugh's Brideshead Revisited, Nabokov's Pale Fire and Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being ✓. I'll try to get around to one of these by the spring (and I am thinking of reading the newish translation of Don Quixote in the summer/early fall, though I did read a previous translation).
Now I kind of go back and forth on Doblin's Berlin Alexanderplatz (incidentally not on any of these lists, but certainly a classic of world literature). I came thisclose to ordering a copy of the relatively new translation on NYRB today. I held off at the last minute (and actually this is one that I should see if it is at BMV, along with keeping my eyes open for Mann's Buddenbrooks). I'm kind of glad to learn that Doblin's novel, while basically as challenging as Joyce's Ulysses, is under 500 pages, so it wouldn't be anything like the trek through Musil (to say nothing of Proust). Or even Mann's The Magic Mountain for that matter, which tops out at just over 700 pages. It is a bit of a surprise that Thomas Mann isn't on these top 100 book lists either, as he certainly would have been 25 years ago.
* In fact, going by this guy's own methodology, The Brothers Karamazov needs to be on the list but isn't because he listed the book on two separate rows rather than combining the entries.
** It's actually just a bit under 400 on the mega-list if you remove the children/YA books, the SF/fantasy sets and the non-fiction/memoirs. Of the remaining novels, I've read 160 or just over 42%.
Monday, February 17, 2020
More Quick Takes (Feb 2020)
I've seen quite a lot of good theatre in the first six weeks of the year. Most of the plays have already closed, though Marjorie Prime at Coal Mine still has another week to go (though it is sold out and you just have to turn up and hope a seat becomes available), and Lady Sunrise at Factory is just opening. (To be completely transparent, I haven't seen these two, but I am confident they will be solid.) I debated going to see the last performance of Theatre Rusticle's Midsummer's Night's Dream, but just have seen this far too many times in the past few years.
I did, however, take my eye off the ball and missed out on a couple of screenings that were of interest to me at the Paradise. I missed out on Lost in Translation and Wings of Desire. (I've actually never seen Wings all the way through, so that makes it doubly unfortunate.) Well, I'll just have to do a better job of tracking these things. Maybe I'll even put together a page that has the second-run movie listings of interest to me. I'll have to decide if I want to include The Fox, as I wasn't particularly impressed on my last visit. On the other hand, they actually will be screening Knives Out fairly soon, which I had wanted to see but didn't manage to for a variety of reasons. As a bit of an aside, I was one day off from being able to see Varda's Cleo from 9 to 5 in Pittsburgh, but they were screening it Sunday evening, rather than Saturday, which seemed like poor scheduling to me.
Speaking of odd scheduling, I am a bit surprised that the AGO didn't have its Art of Magic exhibit ready for Family Day. (It opens next weekend.) To be honest, this doesn't look like my kind of thing at all. I'm much more interested in the Diane Arbus exhibit, though I wouldn't expect that to be as family-friendly.
I've been doing quite well at swimming laps after work, usually managing to go twice a week. I've have a few things interrupt my gym schedule, and it is more like 2 times a week, instead of the three times I had stuck to for the past year or so. Also, there are quite a few more people on the machines (darn resolutions!), and I've generally only done 60-85% of my normal routine before getting too frustrated and leaving. Today was a pretty solid workout, however, and I'll probably go tomorrow as well, since I can't go swimming until Thurs.
While it has certainly been cold at times this winter, we've been fortunate that snow and ice on the sidewalks haven't been a major problem. Last winter was definitely worse. That said, I am looking forward to some warmer weather. It looks like next week the temperature should be above average, though I don't know if I will actually break out my bike until mid to late March...
We had been planning a train trip to Montreal over Spring Break. That's looking quite unlikely at the moment. While there is a slim chance the blockade by the Mohawk will be lifted by then, I don't really want to risk it. It is far beyond the scope of this post (and really this blog) to go into the ethics of shutting down the rail network. There is some irony in that after I did some probing it turns out that the art exhibit I really want to see in Montreal wouldn't even be open by the kids' March Break. I can see it at some other point in the late spring or summer, either by myself or with the family. I suppose there is a much better chance that the issues will be more or less resolved by that point (and if not, then the Canadian economy will be in pretty sad shape). Now it turns out there is a pretty interesting photography exhibit in Ottawa that does close in mid-March. I can't quite justify going just for that, and I am annoyed that there doesn't appear to be a stand-alone catalogue of the show, but there are a few other resources I can use to fill in the gap and make up for not making the trek.
I suppose that covers enough for the time being.
I did, however, take my eye off the ball and missed out on a couple of screenings that were of interest to me at the Paradise. I missed out on Lost in Translation and Wings of Desire. (I've actually never seen Wings all the way through, so that makes it doubly unfortunate.) Well, I'll just have to do a better job of tracking these things. Maybe I'll even put together a page that has the second-run movie listings of interest to me. I'll have to decide if I want to include The Fox, as I wasn't particularly impressed on my last visit. On the other hand, they actually will be screening Knives Out fairly soon, which I had wanted to see but didn't manage to for a variety of reasons. As a bit of an aside, I was one day off from being able to see Varda's Cleo from 9 to 5 in Pittsburgh, but they were screening it Sunday evening, rather than Saturday, which seemed like poor scheduling to me.
Speaking of odd scheduling, I am a bit surprised that the AGO didn't have its Art of Magic exhibit ready for Family Day. (It opens next weekend.) To be honest, this doesn't look like my kind of thing at all. I'm much more interested in the Diane Arbus exhibit, though I wouldn't expect that to be as family-friendly.
I've been doing quite well at swimming laps after work, usually managing to go twice a week. I've have a few things interrupt my gym schedule, and it is more like 2 times a week, instead of the three times I had stuck to for the past year or so. Also, there are quite a few more people on the machines (darn resolutions!), and I've generally only done 60-85% of my normal routine before getting too frustrated and leaving. Today was a pretty solid workout, however, and I'll probably go tomorrow as well, since I can't go swimming until Thurs.
While it has certainly been cold at times this winter, we've been fortunate that snow and ice on the sidewalks haven't been a major problem. Last winter was definitely worse. That said, I am looking forward to some warmer weather. It looks like next week the temperature should be above average, though I don't know if I will actually break out my bike until mid to late March...
We had been planning a train trip to Montreal over Spring Break. That's looking quite unlikely at the moment. While there is a slim chance the blockade by the Mohawk will be lifted by then, I don't really want to risk it. It is far beyond the scope of this post (and really this blog) to go into the ethics of shutting down the rail network. There is some irony in that after I did some probing it turns out that the art exhibit I really want to see in Montreal wouldn't even be open by the kids' March Break. I can see it at some other point in the late spring or summer, either by myself or with the family. I suppose there is a much better chance that the issues will be more or less resolved by that point (and if not, then the Canadian economy will be in pretty sad shape). Now it turns out there is a pretty interesting photography exhibit in Ottawa that does close in mid-March. I can't quite justify going just for that, and I am annoyed that there doesn't appear to be a stand-alone catalogue of the show, but there are a few other resources I can use to fill in the gap and make up for not making the trek.
I suppose that covers enough for the time being.
Sunday, February 16, 2020
Deadlines
As should be fairly clear from the lack of postings, I am not as focused on the blog as I was in previous years. Sometimes I do think about packing it in, since it can feel like a heavy burden when I want to write a post and then time slips away and I have a huge backlog (particularly of book reviews). On the other hand, this can be a very convenient way for me to organize and plan out my theatre and music events long in advance. It's useful for me, and possibly for others, so I'll try to keep it up for a while longer anyway.
There have been a few important deadlines at work, including prepping for an internal interview (only a lateral move, but sometime still worth pursuing) and reviewing a tall stack of proposals. I have another bunch of proposals that have to be reviewed, though the deadline is a softer one of next Tuesday.
I'm generally good about meeting deadlines, at least when they were reasonable in the first place. Thinking back, I only remember a couple I missed (including one by a number of minutes(!) to get a paper in for the TRB conference). This year, I was considering sending in a proposal for the Urban History Association's annual conference in Detroit. (It will be in October, which is just before I find out if the Orange Buffoon is re-elected, in which case I will not be returning to the States for years...) I was working through this sociology professor I know, but then she had a conflict come up, but didn't tell anyone that she wasn't going to be submitting. The deadline for individual proposals had passed, and, I have to admit, I was a bit upset on how this all went down. However, I wrote to the conference organizers and explained the situation. They agreed to give me another day to get my proposal in. Now there is no guarantee the presentation will be accepted, but at least it is in.
Then in early February, I heard about the Newmarket Short Play Festival -- and that the deadline was still a couple of weeks away (today in fact!). This is a pretty neat opportunity, and indeed most of my work is in that 8-10 minute range, so I already had quite a few scripts to choose from. I narrowed it down to the best three, and then spent last night getting them ready (a few tweaks and some reformatting). I send them off and then crashed. While I wish they had gone in before midnight, I'm pretty confident that the submission went in, and that the email didn't bounce.* I'll just have to steel myself for some disappointment if I am not picked, as the competition is somewhat fierce (the competition is open to all Canadians and permanent residents, and indeed I think there have been a few international submissions as well).
I haven't entirely decided if I will enter the Toronto Star short story contest again or not (the deadline is Feb. 28). I think I would basically take one of the more successful short theatre pieces I have done and turn it into a story. Given the past winners, I don't really write in a style that is likely to win, so there is not a lot of point in spending a lot of time and/or agonizing over a piece. Now it is true that I have been contemplating whether a few of my more future oriented pieces might work as short stories, though I'd have to see who is really publishing short stories these days. Interestingly, White Wall Review (where I published a poem a long time ago) seems to have done away with its review cycle (and deadlines) so I could theoretically submit at any time, though they prefer to only see one short story at a time (and then it takes 3 or so months to accept or reject a piece), but theoretically that could be 3 or 4 short stories submitted per year. And I could submit to The Walrus as well, though that would be a much longer shot (and they don't publish genre fiction, i.e. science fiction). In both cases, it is a bit weird that they don't seem to have firm deadlines. I did check and The Cream City Review still has two review periods, and perhaps I will give them a shot again, as I thought they were quite a good literary journal (back when I followed such things). It would be quite ironic if I ended up getting a few pieces accepted here or there, long after I decided not to go down the struggling writer path...
Anyway, that covers a lot of what I have been doing, though I am also working with a professor to polish up a paper from a previous TRB conference and send it off to a journal. In this case, the deadlines are very soft and are self-imposed. This is one of those cases, however, where working with a partner forces me to put in the time, whereas I would just come up with excuses (for not working on the paper) if it only involved me. We currently have sent it off to a different professor to provide us with some high level feedback, and then we'll send it to the journal. So I'm feeling pretty good about getting it to that state of readiness, and just maybe I'll finally have some more time for myself (and even the blog...).
* They just confirmed that my submissions had been received, and that I will likely hear back in April. Fingers crossed! Maybe I'll take this as a positive sign and go ahead and get a few submissions ready for journals. I do have quite a few pieces I've worked up over the years and some would make the transition to short story fairly easily.
There have been a few important deadlines at work, including prepping for an internal interview (only a lateral move, but sometime still worth pursuing) and reviewing a tall stack of proposals. I have another bunch of proposals that have to be reviewed, though the deadline is a softer one of next Tuesday.
I'm generally good about meeting deadlines, at least when they were reasonable in the first place. Thinking back, I only remember a couple I missed (including one by a number of minutes(!) to get a paper in for the TRB conference). This year, I was considering sending in a proposal for the Urban History Association's annual conference in Detroit. (It will be in October, which is just before I find out if the Orange Buffoon is re-elected, in which case I will not be returning to the States for years...) I was working through this sociology professor I know, but then she had a conflict come up, but didn't tell anyone that she wasn't going to be submitting. The deadline for individual proposals had passed, and, I have to admit, I was a bit upset on how this all went down. However, I wrote to the conference organizers and explained the situation. They agreed to give me another day to get my proposal in. Now there is no guarantee the presentation will be accepted, but at least it is in.
Then in early February, I heard about the Newmarket Short Play Festival -- and that the deadline was still a couple of weeks away (today in fact!). This is a pretty neat opportunity, and indeed most of my work is in that 8-10 minute range, so I already had quite a few scripts to choose from. I narrowed it down to the best three, and then spent last night getting them ready (a few tweaks and some reformatting). I send them off and then crashed. While I wish they had gone in before midnight, I'm pretty confident that the submission went in, and that the email didn't bounce.* I'll just have to steel myself for some disappointment if I am not picked, as the competition is somewhat fierce (the competition is open to all Canadians and permanent residents, and indeed I think there have been a few international submissions as well).
I haven't entirely decided if I will enter the Toronto Star short story contest again or not (the deadline is Feb. 28). I think I would basically take one of the more successful short theatre pieces I have done and turn it into a story. Given the past winners, I don't really write in a style that is likely to win, so there is not a lot of point in spending a lot of time and/or agonizing over a piece. Now it is true that I have been contemplating whether a few of my more future oriented pieces might work as short stories, though I'd have to see who is really publishing short stories these days. Interestingly, White Wall Review (where I published a poem a long time ago) seems to have done away with its review cycle (and deadlines) so I could theoretically submit at any time, though they prefer to only see one short story at a time (and then it takes 3 or so months to accept or reject a piece), but theoretically that could be 3 or 4 short stories submitted per year. And I could submit to The Walrus as well, though that would be a much longer shot (and they don't publish genre fiction, i.e. science fiction). In both cases, it is a bit weird that they don't seem to have firm deadlines. I did check and The Cream City Review still has two review periods, and perhaps I will give them a shot again, as I thought they were quite a good literary journal (back when I followed such things). It would be quite ironic if I ended up getting a few pieces accepted here or there, long after I decided not to go down the struggling writer path...
Anyway, that covers a lot of what I have been doing, though I am also working with a professor to polish up a paper from a previous TRB conference and send it off to a journal. In this case, the deadlines are very soft and are self-imposed. This is one of those cases, however, where working with a partner forces me to put in the time, whereas I would just come up with excuses (for not working on the paper) if it only involved me. We currently have sent it off to a different professor to provide us with some high level feedback, and then we'll send it to the journal. So I'm feeling pretty good about getting it to that state of readiness, and just maybe I'll finally have some more time for myself (and even the blog...).
* They just confirmed that my submissions had been received, and that I will likely hear back in April. Fingers crossed! Maybe I'll take this as a positive sign and go ahead and get a few submissions ready for journals. I do have quite a few pieces I've worked up over the years and some would make the transition to short story fairly easily.
Saturday, February 1, 2020
Rough Trip
It was a pretty rough trip to Atlanta. There was a completely unnecessary delay at the airport leaving (basically they couldn't get the crew over to unload the plane that came in, and thus they were stuck on the plane for close to 45 minutes!). Instead of making up any of that time in the air, we actually got to Atlanta another 20 minutes late (and there was quite a bit of turbulence towards the end). After I was in the airport and trying to get onto the Marta train, the internal train system at the airport broke down, so everyone had to walk between the widely spaced terminals. Taken together, this made it impossible for me to get to the post office before it closed on Friday.
I did manage to get to the High Museum of Art for basically 2 hours on Friday and I went several times through the Bearden exhibit. This was basically my only real reason for going, so mission accomplished.
Then I walked over to the Target. It was quite a long walk, but I finally found the place. There was virtually nothing open nearby (I probably should have gone over to Buckhead for dinner), but I did stumble across a Thai restaurant that billed itself as a fine dining establishment. While they did have a dress code, then let me in.
I got up fairly early and waited and waited and waited on the bus to take me to North St. (to find one of the only post offices in Atlanta with Saturday hours!). It finally showed up, and the driver waved us on without paying our fares (quite possibly because he didn't want it tracked how far off he was from the official time points on the route). While the Marta train isn't too bad, the buses seem unreliable and generally unpleasant, and walking in Atlanta is not feasible for most destinations. I was definitely underwhelmed and generally unhappy to be in Atlanta, pretty much all the way around. I'd say this was by far the worst impression I've ever had of Atlanta (my third visit), and I found it really upsetting to be there.
While the clerk at the post office wasn't exactly friendly, I did manage to get my business done. Then I looked around for a place to eat breakfast, and there really was nothing open in Midtown. I finally had to settle for a scone at a coffee shop...
I went to the airport early to see if I could get out on an earlier flight. It turned out there was not a single earlier flight on Air Canada, and because it was hours away, they didn't even staff the counters, and there were no self-service kiosks! That meant that I was stuck outside security for about two hours with all the restaurants on the other side. This was kind of the last straw. I have decided I will never go to Atlanta again under any circumstances. If I had known absolutely everything, I probably would not have bothered to go to the Bearden exhibit, as this trip really was kind of a nightmare. Maybe I will recall the highlights (literally only going to the exhibit) a bit more fondly in a few more days, but I will not change my mind about avoiding Atlanta in the future.
P.S. I guess it could have been worse. A "joker" on the flight could have declared he had coronavirus and had the flight turn around. I'm glad that they arrested this guy and hope he ends up with some serious jail time (the penalty can go as high as two years), but he most likely won't. It's really hard to fathom how stupid and selfish some people are.
I did manage to get to the High Museum of Art for basically 2 hours on Friday and I went several times through the Bearden exhibit. This was basically my only real reason for going, so mission accomplished.
Then I walked over to the Target. It was quite a long walk, but I finally found the place. There was virtually nothing open nearby (I probably should have gone over to Buckhead for dinner), but I did stumble across a Thai restaurant that billed itself as a fine dining establishment. While they did have a dress code, then let me in.
I got up fairly early and waited and waited and waited on the bus to take me to North St. (to find one of the only post offices in Atlanta with Saturday hours!). It finally showed up, and the driver waved us on without paying our fares (quite possibly because he didn't want it tracked how far off he was from the official time points on the route). While the Marta train isn't too bad, the buses seem unreliable and generally unpleasant, and walking in Atlanta is not feasible for most destinations. I was definitely underwhelmed and generally unhappy to be in Atlanta, pretty much all the way around. I'd say this was by far the worst impression I've ever had of Atlanta (my third visit), and I found it really upsetting to be there.
While the clerk at the post office wasn't exactly friendly, I did manage to get my business done. Then I looked around for a place to eat breakfast, and there really was nothing open in Midtown. I finally had to settle for a scone at a coffee shop...
I went to the airport early to see if I could get out on an earlier flight. It turned out there was not a single earlier flight on Air Canada, and because it was hours away, they didn't even staff the counters, and there were no self-service kiosks! That meant that I was stuck outside security for about two hours with all the restaurants on the other side. This was kind of the last straw. I have decided I will never go to Atlanta again under any circumstances. If I had known absolutely everything, I probably would not have bothered to go to the Bearden exhibit, as this trip really was kind of a nightmare. Maybe I will recall the highlights (literally only going to the exhibit) a bit more fondly in a few more days, but I will not change my mind about avoiding Atlanta in the future.
P.S. I guess it could have been worse. A "joker" on the flight could have declared he had coronavirus and had the flight turn around. I'm glad that they arrested this guy and hope he ends up with some serious jail time (the penalty can go as high as two years), but he most likely won't. It's really hard to fathom how stupid and selfish some people are.
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