Flight Tracking
I love the Internet. I am more amazed every day, and I have been here for more than a decade.
My daughter comes home for spring break tonight from Texas, and so of course I'm tracking her flight. I have LOTS of time on my hands.
Watching the graphic, though, reminds me of time and space. There was a time, oh so many years ago, when my wife and I drove to Texas from Arizona, and then drove back. This is, of course, in a purely political sense, sort of like going from bad to bad, but we'd just gotten married and I had a lot of relatives to meet in the Lone Star State.
She had three family members to meet in Arizona, by the way. And a couple in California. She would come to know a few more noises I make when asleep than relatives of mine in the next few months, but who's counting? I went.
The thing is, we left Dallas at noon one day, heading for Phoenix, and at midnight we were still in Texas. I was stunned by this, particularly since I'd lost all feeling in the left side of my body because I drove the entire way because Julie just happened to develop a severe earache that contraindicated her driving at all, balance being absolutely necessary to driving a 1978 Chevy Citation across the wasteland (after all these years in the Pacific NW) that defines the Southwest because God forbid you hit a stray cactus. But I digress.
The thing is, Beth is traveling at 400 knots per hour, which is a lot of knots (they used to throw a rope overboard with knots placed at equal distances, and watch the...forget it), and at a height of 25,000 feet, and she is STILL IN TEXAS. As I write.
So, with apologies to my in-relatives and ancestors and maybe Real Live Preacher, I propose that Texas be divided into six separate parts.
One to New Mexico, which could use it.
One to Louisiana, which could probably use it.
One to Oklahoma, just for the hell of it.
And three to Vermont. Because I'm in that kind of a mood.
But mostly because, since she's coming home, and since I paid for it, I think a few more states to pass along the way would be nice.
I apologize to Vermont, by the way. And RLP. And my mother-in-law.
But not to Tom DeLay. He deserves whatever.
Update coming.
5:31:50 PM 
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