He or she just painted the skull on the plane this time! Where’s the nuance in that? It’s no Grim Reaper on a ski lift, I can tell you that. A skull in the clouds would’ve been more imaginative. In all of the Henry Tibbett books I’ve read so far, his wife, Emmy, seems to usually be a prop for him to take on vacation or call occasionally, saying he’s going to be late so keep the roast warm because what else could she possibly be […]