There is something about being trapped in the middle seat in a flying coffin at 35,000 feet with 200 flu-ridden strangers that seems to inspire me. For some strange reason my brain tends to kick into overdrive (I’ve got a GREAT idea!) or shut down completely (in which case I just drool on the shoulder of the poor schmuck next to me). It’s feast or famine baby! Maybe it’s the altitude that creates the right environment for bright ideas. Perhaps the lighter cabin pressure cause