Oh yeah, find that tattoo and quote.
“I was once a fortunate man but at some point fortune abandoned me.
But true good fortune is what you make for yourself. Good fortune: good character, good intentions, and good actions.”
Meditations by Marcus Aurelius (book V #37)
Big D:
The in-flight entertainment? It included some PR crap, at the tail of the endless loop of movies, with the tagged, branded line, “Dallas: where culture and cowboy coexist.”
That’s so wrong on so many different levels.
Kinky Friedman wrote it first, or I read his version first, “Doesn’t matter if you destination is heaven or hell, if you’re flying in Texas, you’ll connect through Dallas.”
Rare words, indeed.
At the DFW airport, hustle through immigration, hustle through customs, then re-check the suitcases bound for Austin, then go back through security. I was rushed, and, as usual, rather happy to hear a decent accent. The security guard said something, and I asked him to repeat it, the soft lilt of a NE Texas twang, like music unto mine ears.
“Step over hear, please.”
I got a secondary screening, wherein I stepped into a booth and got a burst of air. Then it analyzed me. Or something. I was just glad to be back.
The most dangerous substances I handle, the most noxious agents I touch, that would be words in my head, and I kept those to myself.
The images from this trip start and end here. It’s a long tale.
Laeti edimus qui nos subigant!
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