For as disorienting as being awoken before dawn by owls can be, it’s nothing compared to how it feels when you suddenly find yourself on the opposite end of the country than you planned to be. When you’re expecting to land in Houston, and what you get is a hurricane in your path, a sudden 2000-mile detour, two hours in the airport ticket line, a guardian angel having two phone conversations at once, and a surprise overnight trip into the heart of the wrong city—there’s definitely an overwhelming sense of “Okay, what just happened?”
All I could do was what I always do: get out the ol’ sketchbook, and enjoy the view.
Great page. Love the agent’s reaction to your drawing!
Hope you made plenty of Blues Brothers references when you were there. Now you really can ask if Mayor Daley will be dining with us.