heading of to the airport

Friday morning when I’ve got a flight out is sort of tumultuous time, and it’s no different from the past five or six Fridays when I’ve been heading of to the airport, one more time. I was listening to my usual selection of music, a little bit of Kinky Friedman’s new tribute album — Pearls in the Snow — with such classics as “Get you biscuits in the oven and your buns in bed” and lyrics like “They ain’t making Jews like Jesus anymore” to the next CD which was a 1969 Moody Blues album (digitally remastered, according to the liner notes). I guess it’s all old music, but I don’t see much of a common thread in the acoustic styles. Then it’s El Paso, and its wonderful cuisine. I’m liking this place. The pilot had an interesting maneuver orchestrated right before we landed in a heavy crosswind. Honestly, I’m pretty sure a lot of the Southwest Airline pilots are nothing more than crop dusters. Given the conditions, though, it was a wonderfully smooth landing.