Something Rich and Strange

I'm sitting in one of my favorite places to be on the planet: an airport. Anywhere. OK. So it's not glamorous, nor is there great food (unless you are a hot dog fan; and there's still not great food). But it means that I'm going somewhere, hopefully someplace fascinating, exotic, or, at least interesting. Right now I'm waiting for to embark on a rather circuitous route to a place I've always wanted to go: Budapest (for those of you who want to know, I'm staying in Buda).

So on this Thanksgiving day I'm thankful for my good friends, having a wonderful job doing meaningful work and the opportunity hop on a jet and go to faraway places. Life is good and my (silver) bird awaits.