For all you loyal fans (both of you) of the Dallas Yankee, I must apologize for the extended holiday hiatus. I spent a few weeks away from Big D, followed by three more weeks in NYC, being more Yankee than Dallas. Over this time, I have learned some things:
1. I love New York.
2. It gets cold in Dallas.
3. It gets warm in Dallas.
4. The W Hotel Dallas has a helipad.
Now, some of these may not seem like epiphanies of any kind, but yesterday as I sat at my desk, a helicopter circled overhead and crashed into the W Hotel. OK, that’s a lie – it landed on the W. But, if you didn’t know there was a helipad up there, you might be confused – Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer-style.
Anyway, here’s a pic of the approach. 
I’m not sure who was so special that they couldn’t take the elevator like everyone else, but watching a helicopter land on a building is awesome. Don’t ask me why. Also, the work ‘helipad’ is pretty sweet, too, let’s be honest. It’s like when Chinooks used to transport people to the Twin Towers, like in Coogan’s Bluff. Kinda.
Tags: Arizona, Boss, Clint Eastwood for President, flying
