Ya Know

Ya know, as much as I despise having to go to Japan, being on planes, trains and assholes, I do have some amazing memories. I generally don't mind at all being on planes -- it's a very reassuring feeling to hear those engines going, to hear the weird sounds of various gears and flaps whirring. Since I was very, very tiny I've always been on planes.

But the best of all was flying into Tokyo . . . the way the clouds flew past the wings. And then Osaka . . . the amazing sight of deep blue, somewhat angry Osaka bay as we descended. It's hard to describe in mere words, but at moments like those, you forget your problems (and lose your glasses) but these are the things we live for, aren't they, these private moments of sheer amazement.

And when the plane thunders to a halt on that final runway, the feeling of relief is scarily overwhelming, but in my case, not because I hate flying. Just that the journey is done, there are a few bureaucrats ahead of me, but AT LEAST I'M THERE and there's a convenience store in my future.

Just thought I'd let you know.