They bing and rattle, slot machines on every wall in every retail spot on every block. People who should be tired hunch over the lemons and cherries and sometimes break even. I'll buy them hot dogs. Someone will sit in mustard by Verdi. We'll have dangled out aimlessly a while, but now we'll point home decidedly.
Travel is hard.
We'll take our hard-earned information home. We'll remember why getting home is good. Chris Colin is an associate editor at Salon.