What a dramatic airport!: Mel Brooks.

Listen, we’ve all passed through Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson more times than we care to remember. On our way to hither or yon.
And we all know what they say about Hartsfield.

When you die, you’ve gotta pass through there one last time to get to your ultimate destination.

And, listen, that’s true whether you’re headed upstairs or downstairs.

Anyway, the last time I passed through Hartsfield, I had a long, long wait for connections. And way too much time on my hands.

It was a cloudy day.

And the tinting on the lounge windows made the whole overcast scenario look to be way more ominous than it was.

So I let my imagination, my creativity and my iphone photo editing app run rampant.
Because what else are you gonna do during a long layover in Hartsfield?

Just passing through, mind you.
And not for the last time. I hope.
No matter in which direction lay my, um, final destination.
