The danger in the title, of course, is that it might be misunderstood to be a book about elephants. (If so, we'll be in good company. An American publisher turned down Animal Farm because, as they explained to Orwell, they weren't interested in stories about animals.)
I'm writing this at 6:30 a.m. Wednesday in Seattle. 25 hours from now Pete and I get on a plane to Atlanta en route to Mumbai. I'll be blogging on this site at least once a week during the trip.
That's all for now, I guess. Next time you hear from me, I'll be in Mumbai.