Leaving On A Jet Plane

And, to end our New York saga that has taken ten times longer to blog about than necessary, I leave you with some airport pictures.

What? I hear you groaning? More pictures?

Hey - it took missing four flights to finally get home to Dallas . . . I WAS BORED . . . so blame the airline.

Although, I must say that things were quickly redeemed with First Class seats both going and coming back.

Try not to don't drool over that First Class fare now.
Entertainment Weekly and First Class . . . traveling doesn't get any better.
I would just like to point out the differences in Dallas and New York City. They are about as opposite as cowboy boots and stilettos.

Sprawling Dallas suburbia (note the green):
Dallas Freeways:
Not an inch of wasted space in New York neighborhoods:
This is a cool picture - on the left you can see the globe from Flushing Meadows Park, in the middle you can see the National Tennis Center (where the US Open is played), and on the right you can see Shea Stadium/CitiField.
And finally, Manhattan, with the Statue of Liberty on the island at the top right.