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"are you sure you don't want to be ranger?": austin day five
Goodbye Austin! Oh, goodbye Austin, with your bright sun and your friendly people and your green spaces and your Whole Foods headquarters and your delicious ice cream and your swimming pools and your well-constructed cities, built for bikers and pedestrians as much as cars and industry. Goodbye Austin, early in the morning as the sun's rising and we're still tired, heading for the airport, sneaking out like thieves in the night. Thieves who don't want to leave, especially not for the cold and snow of the Northeast. But we hit the highway and go anyway.
We're tired and bemoan the lack of good coffee available in the airport, but I go out on a scouting mission and come back with a quality cup and some breakfast. Meg's scouting is even more fruitful. "Here, I got you a present," she says, and holds out her closed hand. We'd been talking the night before about the electropophardcoredance band we're going to start, how it might not be good but it would be sincere and loud and danceable, and how maybe we would call it Ranger. We decided not to, but pressed into my hand was a sheriff's badge she'd picked up at a gift store, a five-point star with the Texas flag and "Ranger" on it. Even the airport loved our ideas.
We got on the plane and talked and read and listened to music and switched planes in Dallas and slept right through to the cold and sleet of Boston. Monday will be a return to the cold and sleet of New York, then Tuesday a return to the cold and sleet of my job, though that will be primarily metaphorical. Now it's time to build a list of other things to look forward to, and other adventures to have. There are so many options after all...
