It's not Paris, but...

...it's still travel.  I booked my flight today.  I'm going to see my family in Houston, a city that has a bad rap. In some respects it's deserved, but Houston is also something other than strip malls, congested sprawl and

the very high pressure system that moves in and squats over the city all summer, every day between mid-March and late-October, which is why I'm going the first part of November.  It also home.