Posted by Weave on Jul 3, 1998 in Articles, Personal | 0 comments
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, USA – July 3, 1998 – My subconscious was trying to tell me something.
She sat at an information kiosk – one of those help-yourself, walk-up workstations – in the lower level of O’Hare. Short dress, long curly blonde hair clipped back, long legs crossed as she intently browsed the screen.
I had been sleeping, upstairs, on a bench near my gate,...
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Posted by Weave on Apr 2, 1998 in Personal | 0 comments
DULLES, VIRGINIA, USA – April 2, 1998 – They dock behind closed sliding doors at the gates at Dulles.
Long white buses, each with strange fiberglass towers protruding from the top like horns. They raise and lower themselves between gate and plane door, rolling out across the tarmac like plastic lowriders.
The pilots and gate attendants call them “mobile lounges”. They...
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