When the jet wheels bumpily touch down, we Houstonians are not yet home. We get our cars from the close garage, or the far, or if we are lucky, a loved one picks us up. And then we drive. And drive. We go right past downtown, looming improbably far at first, then right there. We can take 59 all the way, or the Hardy Toll Road, then the North and West 610 loops. I prefer 59 right now because of the construction on the North Loop, but the Hardy takes us through some interesting back yards, and past improbably gaudy churches.
Just as we came up on our city center, the traffic slowed, the tail lights aggregated. My iphone also had a streak of red for 59, even at this evening hour, so we cut off into downtown. After a night drive through the city center, we got back on 59 at the spur, and made it home.
Houston goes on forever, but not like the continuous development I just came from between Los Angeles and San Diego.
Time to dart off the freeway!
Straight into town.
Lights wasting everywhere!
This is a little darker.
Right past Jones hall, where I heard Salman Rushdie, and, in the past, operas.
Maybe we should have taken Metro, but from IAH, it would have been slow.