A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Too Many Airports

Abu Dubai airportJust back from an exhausting trip. Record-breaking bad weather... cancelled flights... overbooked flights... too many transfers. Stalled equipment. Planes, trains, and automobiles. I was on automatic, just focused on getting where I was going in time to do what I had to do. And I did. And I got back home again, a bit limp and dazed. The ferret's still alive, the dog remembers me, and although nobody watered the orchid, I think it's going to pull through.

Abu Dhabi was my favorite airport. Maybe my favorite part of the whole trip. Showy, futuristic, in that endearingly over-the-top wealthy Arab way. Rolex watches, Bulgari jewelry, Cuban cigars, enough 22-carat gold and Swarovski crystal to blind a person, every designer name you can think of in the duty-free shops. A piano bar. Flashy sports cars on display. Plus a better cup of tea than any I drank in Bombay or London.



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