tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142969811518079885.post763961885816398655..comments2014-01-27T10:44:27.092-08:00Comments on Be Happy and Buy Me!: To Tampa and Back (or Lines Written a Few Minutes Before and After Flying a Few Miles Above the Earth)The Smack Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938359299185892266noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142969811518079885.post-14108841038529224342008-11-29T19:18:00.000-08:002008-11-29T19:18:00.000-08:00I love airports. They're so emotional. Your poem/l...I love airports. They're so emotional. Your poem/list brought up vivid memories of one time in an airport bar. Then I realized I have never actually been in an airport bar. Someday! I did spend a lot of time in the Nashville airport, though... which has an entire row of rocking chairs... and sometimes live countrywestern... oh, airports...saracitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09974300280324456894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142969811518079885.post-37379844950653175122008-11-29T10:43:00.000-08:002008-11-29T10:43:00.000-08:00I feel like you pretty much described the last 2 t...I feel like you pretty much described the last 2 trips I have taken, minus the poetry and final destination... and eating bread. Although I would love to shoot a 3 minute video of you eating bread in an airport. <BR/><BR/>... Also the Atlanta airport is huge.AHarburghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06257724532639819179noreply@blogger.com