Sunday, November 19, 2023

THE AIR, THE SEA, THE GLOWING LIGHTS

An entire generation is approaching adulthood without knowing the famous billboard advertising an iconic brand near the airport. No, not SFO. And the brand is not particularly under fire there. It's just that the airport is no longer an airport. That exciting urban conglomeration now has a bigger and better airport. Which is safer, too.
After a landing that might have scared your pants off, you were welcomed by the promise of a cowboy cigarette glowingly publicized to the north of the plane, left hand side.
Smooth. Rich. Comforting. So, so wholesome.


Upon exiting the plane, you put your pants back on and lit up.
Then you gratefully cracked a can of Coca Cola.
Life was commercial.
Good.



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