Observation
It is 6:00
and I am at the airport in Minneapolis.
The
concourse is teeming with people, travelers.
I am flying
to New York to see my friend and watch the Twins battle the Yankees.
There is
reggae playing at a bar I am sitting at.
The bar is
closed.
I was the
first to take a seat here, and now the number of people has multiplied.
A cooked
poked his head out from the kitchen, he looked like he is wondering what we are
all doing sitting here.
He looked a
little nervous, like he is wondering how the day will begin, starting with a
full house.
I wonder if
it is normal, or if my precipitous seating brought about the wave.
