Above you see a picture of a mining pit of one kind or another that I saw from the airplane when I was flying back home to Houston from Los Angeles last week.
I’ve not been posting much on Texas Liberal of late, but I am working on a new project.
I’m working on a new website that I plan to have up and running soon. This new website will have a photo essay of a kind, a metaphoric universe and solar system, some poems, and a blog about the 2013 City of Houston elections.
The new website will be called NeilAquino.com.
Thanks to everybody still checking out the blog from time-to-time and thanks to folks visiting the blog for the first time. I’ll still be posting on Texas Liberal off and on until the new site is published.
What a large continent we live on in North America.
I know this because I flew across the continent just a few hours ago.
I’ve posted a picture of the continent. I can’t tell you exactly where I was flying over when I took this picture. It was some place far away from any ocean.
I’ll be posting from Seattle for a few days.
I try to do my best for the blog reading public no matter where I am in the nation.
Thanks for reading Texas Liberal.
Last Thursday I took a plane trip from Houston to Cincinnati. I live in Houston. I lived in Cincinnati for 18 years.
When I woke up Thursday, I was with my wife and at home. I was in my most familiar surroundings. I could come and go as I pleased.
On the airplane, I was with strangers and I literally had no idea where I was at any given moment. When I looked out the window, what I saw for the most part was clouds. I was trapped on the plane until it landed.
In Cincinnati, I was not at home. But I was somewhere I knew well. I was with friends and family, but also a guest rather than a resident. I was welcome, but I still had to go by other people’s rules.
Being in Cincinnati was in-between waking up at home and flying on an airplane.
You could say I had three states of being last Thursday.
Here is a review of Continental Express flight 5627 which left Houston April 24, at 10:10 AM and arrived in Cincinnati at 1:45 PM.
It also landed on April 24. It was not a 27 hour flight.
The ticket cost $561.50. Can you imagine all that money to get to Cincinnati?
Above you see a picture of flight # 5627. Needless to say, all the passengers were surprised to be boarding such a plane.
The flight started well because boarding required walking outside and walking up a staircase-on-wheels. I always find this exciting. I pretend I am Charles De Gaulle boarding a plane to Algeria.
I mentioned feeling like General De Gaulle to the flight attendant. By her response, I did not get the impression she shared my excitement.
Once on board, the glamour was gone.
The plane smelled. I can’t quite classify the smell beyond being slightly yucky. The plane smelled from take off to landing.
Also, my seat was filled with crumbs.
I followed the trail of crumbs down to the floor. There I found my own feet. It must be what an out-of-body experience is like.
I was lucky in that nobody sat next to me. I often wish to be left alone.
I guess the thumb tacks I put on the seat next to me sent a clear message.
A ”light snack” was served. This snack consisted of a turkey sandwich, a bag of potato chips and a tiny little Milky Way bar.
I felt the sandwich had been at least recently refrigerated. If I don’t start throwing up within the next 36 hours, we can say it was okay.
The fold out tray for my seat had a red substance on it. Sitting alone, I was able to use the tray from the next seat over. It had no blood-like substance on it.
Below the plane was the Earth.
I saw Lufkin, Texas and Little Rock, Arkansas. At least those are the places I think I saw.
I also saw the Mississippi River and the Ohio River.
I would term both rivers as “muddy.”
The plane landed in Cincnnati without incident. My baggage was right where it was supposed to be and I was on my way.
I would give this flight a thumbs up in that everybody landed in one piece.
It’s really all you can ask.