A hodgepodge of odd and bizarre occurrences reflecting the unique culture of the Left Coast, from a displaced New Yorker's perspective.
By Greg Podolec
Monday, February 21, 2011
I Always Know Where I'm Going
So I found myself in Houston's Intercontinental the other day...Had to get from Gate A to my connect in Gate E, at least a 1/2 mile away, in ten minutes or less, even using the moving sidewalk. I saw this dude hustling as well, took one look at him and knew just to follow him, no worries, he'll take me to the gate for Portland. And he did! My method still hasn't failed me.