I'm here at the L'Enfant Plaza Metrorail station, waiting for the yellow line train that will take me to the airport, but I can tell that the next train to arrive will be a green line train. I'm ashamed to say how I know, but it's a fact of life here in Washington DC. If there are more whites than blacks waiting on the platform, the next train will be yellow, bound for the majority white Virginia suburbs. If there are more blacks than white, the next train will definitely be green, headed into southeast DC and PG County, both majority black. It's sad that in 2003, the racial lines in Washington DC remain so starkly drawn, and sadder that I can't imagine this changing in my lifetime.
Flying from Washington DC to Houston, Texas, is no fun if you're a Democrat. I left this afternoon from Washington Ronald Reagan National Airport, and will arrive in an hour or so at George Bush Intercontinental. Oh, the ignominity of it all!
Well, here I am in Houston. I can't say I'm overwhelmed. I've been to airports much nicer than this one. It's got that late 60s-early 70s institutional look to it: concrete pillars, faux granite floors, ugly acoustical tile. It's very generic. Granted, not every airport can be as interesting as McCarran in Las Vegas, which was my last "new" airport, but they could at least make a little effort to wow the tourists. OK, they've got the statue of George Bush, but that didn't really impress me much.