I’ve spent a lot of time in the Dallas Fort Worth Airport over the years.
If I’m waiting for my flight home, you’ll most often find me — depending on my departure terminal — in Chili’s or Friday’s or near the closest electrical outlet.
Today my sister Lou and I killed a couple of hours in the Cowtown Bar in Terminal A. And I’m pretty sure…
It’s a portal back in time.
Let’s just say, it caught the eye.
The music mix also took us back. “Last Kiss” started playing — “Last Kiss!” I remember a group called Wednesday made a version of that song popular in 1974. It has literally been a decade since I’ve heard that song.
This was followed by other hits from long ago. I felt like I had fallen into a time warp.
Then a couple came into the restaurant with their three-year old daughter. She was the spitting image of actress Abigail Breslin (Little Miss Sunshine, No Reservations, Nim’s Island). I decided it was her.
Which convinced me — we had traveled back in time.
Tragically, I didn’t look any younger.