Frank Zappa, flying from Montreal to Washington on empty flights. Very nice man. Intelligent and kind. Great sense of humor. The hostesses kept bringing up canapés and drinks, happy of his smiles, and by proximity, of mine also. Why not. Told me how many tried to pass for relatives while on tour in Italy. Shared few laughs, few tricks on how to keep straight in a crooked world. Discussed what to do when grown up. Before landing he took out of his valise a pair of ridiculous pink glasses, and put them on for the clownish image. A big grin. Too bad he is gone. I still listen to his music with pleasure.