I was thinking about Dos, having recently enjoyed the Austin and (part of the) Japan ones, and noted there's another Alaska one coming up, See here for details. This report attempts to demonstrate that one can be sick as a dog but still enjoy a Do if the thing is set up well. - Sadly, somewhere between Williamsport and Newark I managed to get this massive intractable cough, barely managed by large doses of medication. Several segment runs on US Air, not supremely pleasant to begin with, were turned into sheerest torture, and the other denizens of the various aircraft, earnestly plying the air currents to such garden spots as Baltimore and Philadelphia, must have been rather put off by my snorts and throat clearings. Suffice it to say that I tried to put myself into an alcoholic and drug induced trance, over which a discreet curtain may be drawn, for all of these. I found myself in Newark at the end of a string of these flights, and the Do trip began in earnest on a windy late July day. UA4885 EWR IAD 1010 1140 Q40 4C My seatmate on this flight was a UA 757/67 first officer who kept me entertained with tales of the rather bumpy merger for most of the rather bumpy flight; he didn't seem overput out by my impertinent questions and potentially contagious condition. We landed a little late owing to weather and flow control, and I hobbled down to Fuddrucker's for a burger (you can get one rare, and it's more meat for the money than at the otherwise estimable Five Guys) and then to the LH lounge for drinks and wireless. I prefer the business lounge downstairs and generally go there. The pours were generous (a young Middle-Eastern-looking bartender who pretty clearly didn't himself drink and who had no clue about what he was pouring) and the boozal quality high. Snacks were at best interesting, and I was glad to have had a burger-filled stomach before arriving. UA1122 IAD SFO 1505 1747 738 7C It was getting on to boarding time when I arrived at the gate - the roped lines with the zone labels were flagrantly ignored, and it was the usual snafu - relevant as my upgrade had not cleared, and I was battling the masses for overhead space - the one disadvantage of the bulkhead. My seatmate, a rather lovely woman of about my years, and I reflected on how upgrades were harder than ever to come by (I was #4 in line for 0 seats, she #5) and how - despite what people say - the flight really is much longer in coach. I tried to snooze without success. An expired drink coupon was refused, but a fresh one was found, and Courvoisier helped ease the discomfort. UA1257 SFO ANC 1947 2345 738 2AC I was feeling really rocky, what with the cough and not having gotten any rest, so I greeted lili at the club with rather less than the usual enthusiasm. For the hour and change there I kept counsel with a succession of cups of pineapple juice and pass-o-guava, while envying lili's Stag's Leap Artemis Cabernet, which I probably wouldn't have been able to taste anyway.