There are the lines, the metal detectors and the men with guns, the walking down the terminal, the hard plastic seats meant to keep you awake and vigilant even though you've been waiting for hours. Then it's more lines, the runway, the waiting, the monotonous rules and the inevitable take off... I wasn't meant to …
ambiguous isn't so ambiguous anymore
There's a little song swap tonight at Poor David's. They come around not so often so I almost feel obligated to go. But, there's an 8:00am conference call tomorrow that's calling my name. Life's little decisions. This weekend, Austin was everything Austin is to me. The food at my favorite places, familiar faces. I saw …
Dixie's Road Trip 