They say travel broadens the mind, but it also narrows the wallet.
After nearly three months overseas, my wallet resembled a slice of desiccated pastrami. Before I left on my trip, my wife (who had preceded me by a month) issued strict instructions for me to purchase a pair of anti-embolism stockings to prevent deep vein thrombosis, or DVT, while flying. These are designed to stop the blood from pooling in your feet. I always thought that was the heart's job, but what do I know?
As usual, she...
