“To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.” Neil Gaiman – The Sandman Wish I had been here in the beginning to see the freshly painted ladies on the wall.  Would have been nice to see the rumored PSA stewardesses in their prime.  Still they have aged well in the dim light there is still a sparkle in their eyes and their bosoms perky.  The stories they could have told about the mile high club…