Robert (gurdonark) wrote,
Robert
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Airport Hilton Dinosaur Blues

Priceline placed me in the Los Angeles Airport Hilton, where I proceeded after tarrying over work emergencies caused me to catch a later flight. On the airplane, I read Scientific American's special dinosaur issue. I love dinos. I also read a John Ashcroft article in a political magazine, and resist the obvious analogy. I know a man who drills for diamonds. I've love to drill for ants in amber.

I hope to watch the PBS special about the vanishing tallgrass prairie. Then at 5:30 a.m., I have an exciting work-related conference call. At 8:30 a.m., I attend a brief court hearing. By noon, I'll be on a plane, winding over the desert back to Dallas.

We flew over Lake Powell, and I saw a huge boat in the water. Serene, pleasant, and far away from the Airport Hilton. I would enjoy a nice desert trip soon.

I read Texas Monthly's list of the 100 top Texas songs, which only missed 97 or so of them. Too many graven images, not enough fun pop tunes. How can one leave off The True Believers "Ringing a Bell" or Sara Hickman's "Last Night was a Big Rain"?

I once lived much of my life during business travel in hotels. They're old friends to me. But hotels are no longer home. I wish I were home. Thank goodness for the Elizabeth Gaskell novel. Lately I feel a burst of tactlessness, and a retreat to a comedy of manners is just what the doctor ordered.
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