Flashes of Panic

I am on my first-ever illicit wireless connection. Fourteenth floor of the Marriott Copley Place in Boston, connected through an unsecured access point I know not where. I expect the owner didn't intend to leave it open—it appears to be default settings (network name is "linksys") and the signal is weak. I wonder if it's from the Prudential apartment towers across the way.

There is (hardwired) ethernet access in the rooms for a charge of $9.95/night. We checked in immediately after a high-jumper whose name I won't mention, but he has won this meet (five years ago, if I recall correctly.) He asked about the access. When told the price, he said, no, I'll just find wireless somewhere. He may have found it in his room.

It's easy to interview someone after they've had a good race. It's hard to think of your next insightful, intelligent question when they can't stop smiling and you want to smile with them. Can't figure out if that makes this work lousy or really great.