Stuck at Dallas Love Field this morning after all the flights to Amarillo were cancelled because of bad weather in Houston. Go figure.
It's times like these when I am grateful for laptops and wi-fi. Airports have become terminally dull places (pun intended). With all the screening and alleged security there is little room or business for anything other than shoe shine stalls and newsstands.
I have fond memories of the old penny arcade that once graced Love Field Airport. It was in the main terminal and had hundreds of games. Back then it was pinball and shooting galleries. Video games were not even a possibility. Lucky for me, my cousin who our family called "uncle" owned the arcade, and almost every other jukebox or pinball machine in the city. It was pretty nifty for a kid being related to the Pinball Godfather.
Only in later years did I figure he might have been part of the shadowy Jewish Mafia. Consider the evidence. He owned jukeboxes and vending machines, his brother owned the biggest liquor distributor in the city and the other brother was an attorney. All that was missing was prostitution and drugs, but they never dabbled in those.
So now, I am spending the three hours I have to kill blogging and moving from one coffee shop to another. Oh yea, they also eliminated almost everywhere you can sit for free. Capitalism always finds a way to make a buck, even if it is off your tired feet.
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