When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past... Sonnet 30
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
the galaxy. I'm just guessing, but having three commercial flights a
day makes it a pretty safe bet. Baggage handlers process up to dozens
of bags a day.
Wow. I've been on the plane one hour and we've already started our
descent. Next stop, London!
The Santa Fe Airport
feet of the back door. The UFO formations in the photo are common here. Nobody pays
any attention to them any more since that Roswell incident in 1947. We
finally figured out they're just publicity-crazy. Wacky aliens.
Attention please: JT has left the building
straight for London Heathrow Airport (except for a quick 2 hour
layover in some little backwater Texas town called Dallas).
Flying out of Santa Fe instead of Albuquerque is... hmmm, what's the
word? Oh yeah: "lonely."
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