Remembering Anthony Bourdain

A few days ago I booked a last-minute flight and headed to the Greek island of Corfu for some R&R. I landed just after 10pm and was greeted with that familiar buzz of arriving in a new place, for the first time, late at night. I soaked it up, standing outside the airport and getting my bearings, as I felt the warm breeze against my bare arms and the lin…