Posthuman Blues

Fighter jets over the Plaza!

I heard them first. Four of them in a tight diamond formation, speeding insanely across the sky, leaving dramatic contrails as they move, as one, over buildingtops.

What if one of the pilots suffers a Gulf flashback and starts firing air-to-ground missiles? KA-BOOM! Abercrombie and Fitch -- right off the map! POW! There goes Banana Republic! Oh my god -- the Cheesecake Factory is toast!

Just don't hit LatteLand!