I arrived in Atlanta but a few minutes ago after a fairly uneventful, and surprisingly brief, flight from Houston. I left Austin early this morning, arrived in Houston and had a quick bite at the 59 Diner with my Dad before I headed to Intercontinental Airport. For some reason, last night’s activities caught up with me suddenly, mid-flight. I found myself doing the “forehead-against-the-seat-in-front-of-you-quasi-narcoleptic-nap” thing most of the flight. Atlanta’s airport is gorgeous, new, nice, and clean. I was very impressed. Navigating its large size is assisted by a tramway and moving sidewalks. It just goes to show that the US’ dumpiest airport is Mineta in San Jose.