ice cream cone life

I find myself in the Houston airport.

I'm tired, I have snippets of that movie Aloha flashing through my dazed mind. Country pop music is playing on the intercom. I just witnessed a full blown cowboy, 10 gallon hat and all, getting his boots shined. I am in a time, space, and culture warp.

I was last in the good ol' US of A some 11 (?) months ago. It feels nice to be returning, everything also just feels big. I suppose this not a new feeling for me, I've come and gone enough times by now, but the sheer number of chairs, iphone outlets, burger joints, places to buy stuff, and security people, never ceases to shock.

One more leg and back to the heartland.