The California Trip - Part I

Hey Folks,

Part one of the trip to California was the flight to Houston’s “George Bush Irrational Airport” for a stop over and postcard-op. Upon re-boarding the plane for San Jose, I found myself seated next to a 40-ish couple from Louisiana.

I asked if they knew whether the airport were named after the Dad or the Son. They said "the Father." I suggested that that wasn’t so bad, then.

Well, let me tell you !!

That woman – to use a simile passed on by Molly Ivans (who, in turn, learned it from a crusty Texas legislator) – she puckered up her mouth tighter than a chicken’s asshole and declared, “We LIKE George Bush!!”

Oh, well.

I told her that was OK; and that a lot of my friends were praying for him.

It was a long trip to San Jose (and I didn’t ask Chicken lips if she “knew the way”).