Anthony Bourdain, whom I have already professed my undying adoration for, has made it back safely to America. Salon.com is carrying his story on getting stuck in and then getting out of Beirut after the crews failed an attempt at a No Reservations episode. Check the first line:
"From where I'm sitting, poolside, I can see the airport burning -- the last of the jet fuel cooking off like a dying can of sterno."
The man has some damned eclectic taste in music besides being a fantastic hard-boiled writer, a chef and a traveling man who will attempt to eat anything.