On The Tarmac

How many times have you looked out the window and seen this scene?  The sun low on the horizon, the shimmering tarmac, the airport control tower etched black against the yellow sky . . . you could be at any airport in the world, ready to leave or just landing.  (In the case of this photograph, it’s Houston.)

Business travel seems exciting when you’re a kid, but eventually you come to feel that overwhelming sense of sameness, deep in the marrow of your bones.

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