ASHEVILLE
My flight left Buenos Aires at 11:45 p.m.. Squeezed tightly together in a plane that was clear full I didn‘t sleep too well. My head kept flopping to one side, jolting me painfully awake. The two hour flight from Dallas/Fort Worth airport to Asheville had at least 200 people on board. How could that many people be flying to not so big Asheville at one time from Dallas?
As we came down I got to see Asheville from the air, with photographs from my iPhone.
There was downtown Asheville.
And then Asheville‘s biggest tourist draw, maybe the reason for the 200 people.
But then on the elevator with my son Tom up to the fifth floor of the parking garage was a person whom I had never seen before, who, when I asked if I could photograph him showed me his tattoos.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 