... some genuinely crazy art installations in DFW terminal 4. I was glad to be on a flight that left there this morning. Let's just say that the rest of the journey included a 3 hour delay in DC, with the entire aircraft burst into applause when we took off with one minute to spare before flying is banned for the night from the airport I still persist (for obvious reasons) in calling National; a van ride through Dallas suburbs with four Gujarati, blaring Indian music on the radio; and eventually laying my head down in my (complementary) hotel bed (the connection to Albuquerque having been long missed) on a pillow that can only have been stuffed with old socks and lumps of kapok.
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