After six hours of waiting, I finally got on the fifth flight to LAX: Flight 1605, seat 14 C, flying 1,576 miles over west Texas, our nation’s desert, and the Rockies before making its descent into the City of Angels.
However, I was happy to be marooned on the island of IAH—George Bush International Airport. The airport covers hundreds, maybe even thousands of Houston’s acres. It’s designed like an old airplane hanger—wide open with terminals as big football fields and walls of windows with views of clear blue skies, flat green fields, and navy blue airplanes taking off without me on them. Continental’s corridor spans terminals C through E. Within this corridor, notable eateries include members of the Pappas Corp such as Pappasitos, Pappadeux, and Pappas barbecue. I’ve walked by a Panda Express, Café Famiglia, Auntie Anne’s pretzels, There are two watering alcoholic watering holes for those looking to ease their flight anxieties and standby frustrations. There are two Starbucks servicing Continental fliers. One can also unload wallet contents in the retail stores that hearken to passengers with their enticing window displays. My favorite? The Bass Pro Shop. Just in case you forget to pack the camo or you decide to stock up on fishing lures for the weekend camping trip in the Yukons, you can duck in and stock up on all your outdoorsman needs.
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