The modern world is a pretty amazing place. Yesterday morning I went to soggy Port Columbus, checked in, and boarded a Continental flight. Three hours or so later I was in sunny and warm Houston, Texas, in a conference room on the 41st floor of a downtown office building, looking at the view shown above. A few meetings, a conference room lunch of shrimp etouffee and red beans and rice, and a few phone calls later and I was back in a cab, zipping by in the taxi lane to George Bush International Airport. A few hours after that, I arrived in cold and snowy Columbus, getting home at a little after 9 p.m.
A few airports visited, two thousand air miles traveled, latitudes and longitudes spanned, enormous weather systems leaped, cultural divides crossed — and all in the space of a few hours. We tend to take these kinds of trips for granted, but perhaps we shouldn’t. It really is a pretty amazing thing.