The writer sometimes known as the Style Guy has been selected for extra screening and patted down on his last three commercial flights (all in one month!). From this he has learned several things. It is perhaps problematic to change your reservations at the last minute; traveling alone may be considered suspicious (if you see something, say something); having your ticket paid for by someone in France may be considered suspicious or disloyal; the uniformed folks of Florida watch way too much COPS and seem to enjoy frisking old ladies with walkers; and, basically, flying commercial is remarkably similar to Purgatory.

From now on I'm going private. So here I am with the artist still known as Prince (Richard) and our pal Max on our new Gulfstream IV. We took it to Oslo. Full beds and a very nice bottle of Graves. Mr. Prince is having an exhibition at the Astrup Fearnley Museum of Modern Art on Saturday. Later today we are going bow hunting for elk with Viking women.

Nobody told us how to put on our seatbelts.

The plane waited while we had that second bottle of Brunello di Montalcino with the fig, cipollina onion, and Fontina pizza.

No one suspected us of anything except having fun!

Wait till GQ sees my expense account.