I respect your risk assessment, James. I was in London during the previous attack and all our haunts in Paris, including the "bad" north and visiting friends near the club massacre. I think the chance of getting killed by terrorists is somewhere near being hit by lightning.

I believe we share the same instincts for safety. Be damned if I allow ISIS to change our itineraries. My cousin Joan was leery of coming to London for lunch until I reminded her she was the Scottish daughter of Uncle Doug, a battle-hardened No. 2 Commando.

This is an unwinnable war. We'll take off some of the rough edges as we've done to the Mafia but danger and violence will always be with us. Live, live brightly to the end is my idea of existence.