What’s with the black-eyed pea thing here in the South on New Year’s?
December 27th, 2002
What’s with the black-eyed pea thing here in the South on New Year’s?
What’s with the black-eyed pea thing here in the South on New Year’s?
Christmas Eve day in Houston.
Getting here was a bit of an ordeal. A heart attack on our SFO→DEN flight forced us to make a stop in Grand Junction, delaying our eventual Denver arrival by two hours. Our connecting flight having long since departed, Erin and I would wait in the various lounges, restauraunts, and window sills of the Denver International Airport for the next nine hours and the second of two Houston flights that day.
We were finally home around midnight, having stepped out our front door eighteen hours beforehand.
Off to Houston.
“Don’t it always seem to go: that you don’t know what you got ’till it’s gone.”