destination, it’s the journey.” The great American philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson said that. Evidently, he hadn’t flown United Airlines. He certainly hadn’t weathered the 26-hour string of flights from Birmingham, Ala., to Osaka, Japan. That particular journey is equivalent to picking out a massive backlash of 2-pound braid on a narrow-spool baitcaster … blindfolded. The destination, however, was something
