For a full list of today's Salon Travel stories, go to the Travel home page. How a windswept, bullet hole-ridden telephone became a legend in its own time. Sometimes even high-flying airline pilots turn out to have feet of clay.
People forget the darnedest things in London's hotels.
The twine that binds A Minnesota town honors the mother of all twine balls. My fellow travelers were all stiff-faced nationals, with subcontinental features and hues. People neither friendly nor malicious, just strangers on a plane. But there seemed to be no tourists. No Mr. and Mrs. Idaho with matching Hawaiian shirts and camera cases dangling around their necks.