Wednesday, October 22, 2008
7:00am Bush Airport, Houston, TX
There's something magical about the Houston airport in the early hours. Is it the glint of morning sun off of the shiny, dewy fuselages? Is it the cheery down-home banter the local TSA use to hassle you? Is it the friendly roar of Houston's over-employed a/c units, making sure any indoor space is the legally mandated 8° below zero? Is it the fact that you know you're leaving Houston? Wait...I think I put my finger on it. -S.F.
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