Things to Do Before the World Ends
I’M SITTING ON a train right now. (Probably not anymore, but when I wrote this I was.) I’m reading in the paper about the recent crash of a sightseeing helicopter. Five people died. The passengers were in harnesses so that they could dangle out the doors to take photographs. The victims apparently weren’t told in detail where the safety knife was in the event that they needed to cut themselves loose from those harnesses, and they were dragged to their deaths, unable to escape. Deep breath. Exhale. You just never know, do you. There is no bright side to this kind of story. Later today, however, after I get off this train I’m no longer riding, the Popular Mechanics staff will be finishing up the issue you’re now holding. It includes 14 pages of…