hey you, up in the sky

Waiting at Sacramento airport for an overnighter trip to Vegas, Las Vegas. I don’t often get a moment to draw when I’m at the airport, usually because my son prefers to have me run around after him, but also because I don’t like airports much. Some people love them. When I was younger I’m sure I did too, feeling the excitement of far-off places. Actually when I was a little kid I hated them because I was not only scared of planes but scared of anyone I knew getting into a plane. I soon got over that. Now I’m just irritated by the whole flying thing. Which is a bit of a bummer, because I live thousands of miles from my home town and flying is an unfortunate necessity. Still, at least short domestic hops, like from Sac to Vegas, aren’t so bad. I read some inflight magazine on the way. Full of interesting information. Did you know for example, that contrary to what a lot of people believe, we actually use 100% of our brains all the time, rather than 15 or 20 or whatever they say? Makes sense. It’s all there for a reason, just because we’re not thinking up operettas 24/7 doesn’t mean we aren’t using the grey stuff, it’s there for more than just pondering. I remembered this little tidbit, and later that night, on the Ellis Island casino karaoke, I told it to the small assembly of beery-eyed drinkers, after a spoken-word rendition of ‘Lola’ by the Kinks. As you do.