Archives for August 2018

Of all the airports on the table, this had to be the one.

Full of plants and sloping, swooping chrome, then brass, then colors of the rainbow.

Music rooms where performances played through the days and nights of arrivals and departures.

Many booked and paid for flights they did not take, just to spend time at the airport.

In fact “At The Airport with You” became the most listened-to song of all time.

Some things change.

Glad you could join us.

There is only fiction.

It was decidedly easier to accept the “fact” that fiction was everywhere.

“Facts’ – actually fiction – were always guaranteed an audience.

Magically mooted meandering.

Moderate mayhem and fluffy animals.

We are the toys and the toys our advisors.

Sometimes we just can’t find it.

Was it left in the attic with the old photo frames?

Was it available only at the chrome-decorated furniture store across town?

Was that really a parking space when we first passed by?

So finding things can be a small hurdle.

Looking for a finder’s fee can solve all!

Or, painting the front door a lighter shade of yellow becomes the solution. That, is after all, a solution for everything.