I was on my way to Cleveland — where I am now, happily eating my way through the city (more about that in the next day or two). As I rode the moving sidewalk through the endless terminal, I past the gate signs announcing the departure city. And I realized how much of a traveler I really am, and have always been.
The city names beckon, seductive as a siren’s call. New Orleans — I love the Big Easy, and it’s such a great feeling to see the flights into the city have resumed. New York – Laguardia — ah, my original hometown before I was enchanted by the Land of Enchantment. Boston — I’ve been meaning to go back there, but just haven’t made it… yet.
Luckily I’m in the Denver airport with few flights going overseas or I’d be seriously tempted to fill a childhood fantasy of going to the airport, picking a city or country and just going.
Given my choice, you know which one I’d want you to pick.
And if it’s out of the country, you can always go see my boy.
I’d love to visit, and seeing your wonderful son would be quite a bonus. And I know you’ll be going there soon!