Sunday, September 14, 2008

At the Gate

With a whole lot of very nice people. Mostly dressed in Sears best.
Average age about 55 - mostly people in their 60s, mostly not
beautiful people.

There's a cool breeze coming off the ocean. I am in shorts nut I have
paints and a jacket in my backpack.

First class is boarding. I'm still waiting. Why am I not a first
citizen?

Hawaiian elevator music playing in the holding area.

Saw Robins, a long time friend (acquantence) from paddling, working at
the security screening area. I said hi, he said high, then our worlds
ceased to overlap.

Thirty-three minutes to scheduled departure.