Our plane touches down on bumpy tarmac and docks with a gray claustrophobic terminal. Outside, there are very few lights and even fewer cars. A few small lampposts with fluorescent blue and white lighting...
And after eight semesters, I realize today it’s my last working for the Texan.
So, for the final time tonight, I trudge up those stony-grey weathered steps toward the night — you know,...
