barry burton
Concourse B
One of my secret pleasures is sitting next to the window in the food court of Concourse B at Hartsfield International watching the sun rise, all the while sipping some variegated fru-fru coffee drink from the Seattle’s Best above the escalator that goes down to the tram. The employees at this Seattle’s Best always have a lot of soul, and it reminds me of the one aspect of the South that I miss, and I smile. On mornings when I am feeling excessively extravagant, such as this one, I also have pastry — cinnamon roll today. I think I also love the sense of aloneness that can only be provided by a crowd.
In another interesting observation, someone’s iTunes shares are showing up in my iTunes source list. Bonjour in public places is fun.
p.s. — Don’t tell anyone that I like fru-fru coffee drinks. That just wouldn’t do, now would it?