Lost and Found Connections, Paris and St. Paul, 2001 Day-to-day events and lives often seem isolated. In February and March of 2001, Thomas Paine, my wife’s new job with Northwest Airlines, our families’ genes and histories, e-coli bacteria, 17 th century prostitutes, cuisine of the Seychelles Islands, a left carotid artery, socialized medicine, Louis XIV, a B-17 bomber’s lay-over in Labrador, madness, Chinese hamster ovaries, gunpowder, a gangster, wool berets and Captain Nemo's Nautilus, all came together during a trip like no other. Truth is stranger than fiction, more frightening than nightmares and so much more rewarding than a lottery. Part 1 Two Hours in Paris We could each turn around in the space beside our bed, but not if holding suitcases. Northwest Airlines' first class reclining seats had more wiggle room than Hotel Claude Bernard's second floor room on Rue des Ecoles on Paris’ Left Bank. I shot some black and white photos of the st...