I’m up too late on a Saturday night (for reasons of insomnia, not fun) and feel too groggy to throw on some clothes and walk a few blocks down the street to the Church of Beethoven this Sunday morning.
Ever since the summer of 1975, when I hung a foldout poster from Elton John’s Captain Fantastic album on my bedroom closet door, I have been a sucker for posters. Earlier this month I stumbled upon Puerto Rico Literario, a small gem of a poster art collection at the… Continue
Ever since I’ve been commuting from Albuquerque to the Capital City (not the City Different, but the one supposedly built on a swamp), I’ve been tantalized by glimpses of the old Albuquerque Airport terminal, built in 1939.
Last week, I decided to see it up close and in person.
It was an adventure.
The first challenge is getting to it. Mapquest and Google…
Airport – a neutral place between worlds.
Once again I’m blogging in an airport upon wending my way back to Albuquerque from (yet another) conference.