Vegas Airport - “Pos Wth Dlys”

San Francisco has fog and the fog makes it difficult to land planes. Or that’s what they are telling us over here. As the air traffic controllers can change their mind, like fog, and lift the landing ban, we can’t stray far from the gate. I’m surprised that they don’t have slots on wheels and people selling plastic cups of beer for situations like this.

I walked up and down the corridor looking for food. Shuffled the pre-prepared sandwiches and iceberg bowls and ended up with bulk pistachios. I decided to use my spare change on some slots, but the slots don’t take change here. Just credit cards and tokens. Slots that don’t take change? Sad state of gambling.

I am officially without a home. My goods are packed away in a 5x5 concrete space. And right now, I like the feeling. As we flew over the Grand Canyon (I have never been), I thought, I could go there. The pilot mentioned Flagstaff, I could go there too. I brought my passport just in case, for other there’s that will come up. I don’t think I want to disappear into traveling, but I like knowing that I can.

I have seen at least five different women with gold purses and gold threaded sweaters. They all have puffy hair.