There is, I am sure, a special place in hell for the folks who design and build airports. There's nothing that can be more dehumanized that these places. They are constructed to be as uncomfortable as possible: a punishment to those who dare to travel long distances. The senses become deadened; the mind dulled. There is no relief to the tedium of travel. You are merely meant to be herded in the right direction. The air is bad. The light is bad. The food is bad. The beer is expensive. The music is maddingly awful. The wait and the weight almost intolerable. This version is in Houston and is named, as a final insult, after a member of the Bush dynasty.

Stumble It!