Headphones On

I’m sitting on the tarmac in Newark watching the storm roll in through the windows of First Class¹. Lightning just struck somewhere near the air traffic control tower. Something tells me we aren’t about to take off anytime soon, perhaps it’s the fifteen or twenty other jets I can see out the left and right windows sitting along side us. I’m assuming the lightning I keep seeing strike near the flashing airport lights is actually touching down on the meadow lands surrounding the airport. The sky’s looking near black at the moment, I think I’d prefer to sit here on the ground with my wine glass being refilled¹.

I’ve spent an extremely quick few days in NYC/Brooklyn. As always, it was great to spend time in my favorite outer borough. I had a chance to catch up with several ex-Chicagoans now residing in either Park Slope, Greenpointe or Philly. A few of my NY acquaintances were pleasantly surprised (I hope) to see me at the Celebrate Brooklyn show on Friday night and a BBQ on Saturday night. I suppose sometimes I do aim to surprise.

On an unrelated yet relevant note, I keep envisioning this emotional roller coaster around me. Friends and strangers get on and off the ride at will and yet I seem to keep my distance from the rails. My lack of emotion lately can’t be much better than the drama. I’m even feeling a bit numb listening to Mew at the moment, and that certainly isn’t right.

¹ I know, how snotty am I right now?

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