Evening, chaps, and greetings from my basement bedroom in Calgary. It’s my last night in town; this time tomorrow I’ll be on board a Continental Airlines flight bound for Sao Paulo and, with luck, asleep…although that’s doubtful since I can’t sleep on airplanes (sleeping pills ho?). Also tomorrow I’ll be back at George Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston, replete with its horrific, larger-than-life statue of the senior Bush. I’ll be there for three hours, long enough to eat a steak, pick up a gratuitous piece of Longhorns garb, listen to the new (well, newish) Bob Dylan song “If You Ever Go To Houston,” and board the aircraft. Total travelling time: twenty-four hours.
Brazil. The mind boggles.