Over Monday and Tuesday I was in three, no four, different airports. Oakland, Atlanta, Cincinnati, and Baltimore. Atlanta has a nice MLK exhibit in one terminal I rushed through. Oakland has nothing to eat after ten o'clock at night. Cincinnati has a Peet's Coffee and seems to remember a past life as a hanger. I was a zombie by the time I got to Baltimore. All I registered was the heat and humidity and the long walk to the baggage claim.
I have loved flying, hated flying, feared flying, but this trip, it's just work.
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