Homeward Bound

Minneapolis

Almost there. Had a driver pick me up on the docks and drop me at Changi Airport. After check-in, myself and a guy who works for me hit the bar next to the koi pond, behind this towering wall of ivy. Floor to ceiling, three stories it was. After a few over-priced glasses of a decent cab/merlot meritage, I bolted for the plane and out of Singapore. Good riddance, I say. After a short layover in Hong kong (where I bought no electronics, but was sorely tempted), I winged it back to San Fran and another short layover. Hopped the red-eye to Minnie, getting here at 5am, before even the coffee shops open up. Been here for 5 hours and hope to be leaving in about another. Spent a little time bullshitting with the TSA guys at my (sometimes) favorite security post and found some guy's lost luggage. Just met a guy who somehow managed to board the wrong flight and was just coming to the realization that he was in the wrong airport. I didn't think that possible these days, but I checked his itinerary and ticket and he was definitely NOT in Chicago. I left him with the classic line, "We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto." Poor fucker.

Anyhoo, I'll be home in just 3 hours and I cannot wait. It's cold up this way and I've been a little uncomfortable since landing in San Fran but it is damn good to be home. Ya'll take care out there.

Home

Hard to sleep last night-jet lagged, stressed and sore from sitting down for 15,700 miles. Still, I'm coffeed up, and heading out to watch my daughter have her last swimming lesson and take her test. The air is crisp and cool, smells of wet leaves and wood smoke. I am in heaven. Later.