The Candy Man

I’ve landed in Houston to meet my 7th grand-baby boy, born last week. The Lyft app just alerted me: "Driver, Maria Patrica, Silver Toyota Corolla. Lane 5, door #E-102." I see no door E-102 where I'm standing outside of terminal A. There's no E anywhere inside either, except for the arrow to the E-terminal, pointing… Continue reading The Candy Man

Chautauqua

I hadn't really wanted to get up when the alarm went off at 3 a.m. for a shuttle to the Atlanta airport at 4 a.m. for a flight at 8 a.m., but I did because she'd asked me to come.  This was the daughter who had only recently begun to like me again, and I… Continue reading Chautauqua