I'm blogging to you from just south of Oklahoma
City, on a Wi-Fi enabled flight, god knows how high up in the air. Which
means, I navigated the airport scene... and more than that, drove to the
closest major airport 97 miles north of my home. Through some rather bible
belty areas in the countryside, might I add. I'm not going to embark on the
cathartic rant you're expecting. I don't know any person who would tell you
they enjoy the airport adventure, specifically Security. Frequently it's a less
than human experience, cattle-like and it's beginning to seem like those that shower and change out
of pajamas are now in the minority. I even had the distinct pleasure of
witnessing a woman using her tiny dog as an emotional pacifier- tightly
attached to her chest via a baby bjorn apparatus, and petting him an obsessively. After boarding my flight, I realized she was 4 feet from me:
