A health food restaurant in my delirium?

It's 6 a.m. and I'm at Washington National Airport trying to figure out why some courageous, health conscious entrepreneur doesn't come up with a travel restaurant that appeals to the body's healthfulness. I mean, in major cities (because people outside of major cities aren't body conscious?), why isn't there an airport fast food menu with egg white omelettes, and real fruit smoothies? How about just fruit? Ah the thought of not having to bring along a packet of oatmeal, herbal tea and (mushed) banana just makes me peel with giddyness.

It is the midst of a 15-day, ten city tour mostly photographing small businesses in seven regions around the USA. Drop in to a city, today Moline, IL, shoot, grab a flight out. Tonight Cincinnati. Tomorrow Kennewick, WA. Trust me, romanticizing the dream job of rolling around doing what I love, creating and seeing the corners of our land comes screeching to a halt when I get to the bag check and they want to charge me $365 for my four cases of gear.

There are many who look at me quizzically when I try to explain I'm shooting 8x10 film and I need all the gear, plus video and ok, digital gear for stills because editors won't get the whole film scanning thing. I usually lose people at the word film. Some think I'm talking about that oily sheen that covers a puddle on a dirty street. I don't know how I got to this place, shooting in multiple media whose origins trace back to my grandfather's era. But it's fun, keeps me fresh and I wouldn't be doing something different unless I did something different.