Savage Homecoming

Memphis Earlene and I got bumped up to Business class on the flight home from France. Unlike me she’s hard to impress.
“Yeah, the seats are bigger, the drinks are free, and they serve better food. But it’s still airplane food,” she says.
The sauce on the salmon filet was overly assertive, the bread was less than fresh and they didn’t have Memphis Earlene’s favorite apperatif.
“And here I thought you hated France
“Au contraire.” she says, and gives me that look.
You can’t have the Blues in France. The Blues come afterwards, when you’re going through withdrawal.

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