I fly next to a lady reading a copy of "Dewey, the small-town library cat who touched the world."
My sister Melissa greets me at my gate at the Knoxville airport, as she works there. She shows me off to her coworkers, including the janitor who wears the same POW-MIA lanyard I wear to The P-nt-g-n twice a week.
Melissa and I exchange gifts. She gives me homemade CDs and mints and apple Mentos and the Steve Martin autobiography. I give her an Inuit seagull totem necklace I bought in Coastal Oregon.
Now I'm in my mom's guest room. Mom has painted the furniture with Christian symbols and text with an epileptic vibrancy. There's a lot of that seizure-inducing yellow that Van Gogh used to induce petit mal seizures. Pics later.