Safe and Sound

You know you're going to have a good view from your hotel room when your ears pop in the elevator. 42nd floor, man. I can see half of Atlanta from here. Flight was pleasant and I got a lot of writing done on the planes. This guy next to me in Charlotte's airport had a teeny tiny remote control car. I must have one. It was like a remote control Micro Machine. He was driving circles around my computer bag and weaving in between the chair legs. I kept expecting a tiny little James Bond to hop out of the car after it spun out at my feet.