Touchdowns Are Something Planes and the NFL Have in Common

When we arrived in Houston, the city was full of concrete. Large highways sat atop other large highways, like tongues trying to wrap around one another, and on the tongues there were endless lines of cars sitting in traffic, and trucks next to minivans next to SUVs, and they were all going nowhere, just moving around, and around, and around. Outside of the city everything was flat, and you could make out the heat rising up from the asphalt, and the dust on the windows and the large billboards that said McDonald’s was ten miles away, and then five miles, and then one mile away, and then you were at McDonald’s. Sometimes there would be people sitting or standing on the sides of the roads. I remember a couple of them were holding signs but I couldn’t make them out because we were driving too fast.