The Stories from Out of the Blue were written at 30,000 feet (more or less) for my children. As I began traveling more frequently for work, I tried to follow the time-honored tradition of bringing home little gifts (usually bought at the last minute from the remarkably limited choices to be found at airport magazine-candy-and-travel-pillows stores). After a few weeks of this, my wife suggested I bring home something a little more lasting. So, here are the Stories from Out of the Blue, for bath time, bedtime, and any time.