Houston

HoustonI rode into Houston on the firm haunch of a 727, landing in weather that prompted the first in a series of loyalty pacts with God. The weather was a combination of fog and clouds and mist, ideal for ferns."Get me down," I said.The man next to me said he was trying.God, Who does much of His work at airports, said through a stewardess, "We have just landed at Houston Intercontinental."Those arriving on this flight had received a complimentary sauna, just another service...