I'm back in the Big B!
Our flight rolled in at 4:50 am.
Jon picked us up from the airport and we rode the subway. He brought roses, but they weren't for me (I was on the same flight as his wife, Kim).
As I looked out and saw a smoggy city and heard the honks of an armada of taxis and smelled the glorious smell of grilling chuan'r and hugged my friends from the alley I thought to myself, "It feels good to be home."
- m -
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