It’s good to be back at it. I sit at the airport and take in the people. Truly, the airport is the best sociological cross section of humans wrapped up in anticipation and anxiety. I love bearing witness.
people on the move. People who are sleepless. People who are entitled. People who are full of expectation and then there are those full of Dread doing the rosary in the far corner.
I marvel equally at the women in Luis Vuitton 6 inch heals (respect) and the women in their flannel pajama bottoms from wall mart. Gone are the days of “dressing to fly”. Well, I guess the 6 inch heals I has still got that going on… but I don’t see those shoes as practice. Every airport today is several football fields long with escalators and transfers, the moving floors and bus rides to board…leave the Luis at home… a good pair of flats will do.
we get called to board and the sea of anxious flyers pard to let our section 4 board before them. There’s a few foul tempered people but all of us are learning to fly again. It’s a new normal.
as we board a man in a militant uniform takes our photo. When his device “bings” we can board. Facial recognition software confirms we are who we say we are.
im old so I smile as I walk toward the bus that’s taking us to the plane and think “get Smart” would love this!
I get to my tray table and lay out all my stuff. Many of you know I’m on the tale end of strep so I worry I’ll have a coughing fit and be lynched by the over cautious masses on the plan. I’m taking ever precaution to be a good neighbor .
I’ve missed air travel. It’s good to be back!