Sorry I have no useful anecdotes about knitting needles. I am still seething about changing planes on my last trip, being totally dehydrated, having received only a cup of ice with a splash of diet coke on the previous flight, and not being able to bring aboard the very expensive bottle of water I had just purchased. So stupid--fight against terrorism my ass! (Of course, I had to wait almost an hour then before getting my next couple of ounces of fluid! I have ridden in the back of trucks in the wilds of the Andes decades ago that were more comfortable than the average commercial airline these days.)

Eeeps! I am so lost in research for my Wraeththu story at the moment that it is pretty much all I can think about. Re-reading everything and finding so many tiny hidden treasures I had apparently glossed over in my previous readings.