Road Warrior Sightings

All on the same Sunday

From Sacramento to Baton Rouge

Via New Orleans

Denver airport to change planes

Hanging out in the food courts

With a fine cup of coffee

Man also with coffee walks up to trash can

He is nicely dressed, longish hair, in his 50's

Dragging the customary rolling bag

Just another of thousands of travelers?

Nope!

He roots around in the trash can

Looking for leftovers

Finds chip bag

And works over the few remaining munchies

"WTF?!"

Shake loose my bug eyes

And head for the departure gate

Lady on bench close to window

Is breast feeding

With cloth discreetly draped over

I suppose it is not so uncommon

But I have never seen this

In hundreds of thousands

(maybe a million?)

Miles of air travel

Arrive in Baton Rouge

Check into hotel and head for dinner

At nearby Macaroni restaurant

It's early

I sit at table in bar area

A couple of employees

Settle at far end of bar

With take out dinner

From "South of the Border"

I'm thinking this is not a restaurant

Its a Food Court

Another customer shows

And also heads for the bar

Oriental lady, fairly large

Acting sort of strange

In movements

Pulls things out of a plastic bag

Maybe candy bars

And starts nibbling away

Pauses to rummage inside of large bra

Pulls out cell phone

Checks messages

My eyes must be bugging again

I am definitely in a Food Court

Macaroni must have changed its business model

Or this day I have traveled in a different dimension.

In Deference...

... to my friends

Whom I worship

For some demented reason

I have deleted the previous political post.

I have found (and I should have known)

That I have stirred polarity of the left and right kind

So I will refrain from similar posts

In the interest of preserving those

Who give me comfort

When I am out

On a fragile limb

And need a gentle

Force to sustain

My precarious position

On matters far from my control

To those of you

Who agreed with me

Thanks

But this position

Will not sustain me

For the balance of my life

Like you will

And They Pass Through

The multitudes pass through

The great airports of the world

All kinds to the curious eye...

Buff and

Morbidly fat and

Morbidly skinny and

Average build... but

"But what is that?!"

Ugly

Plain

Natty

Disheveled

Drop dead gorgeous

Drop dead likely... at any moment

Fast

Slow

Nervous

Calm

Happy

Mad

Guilty

Innocent

Self-possessed

Guileless

Withdrawn

Ready to fight

Ready to flee

Their bags roll obediently behind and

They pause frequently to shift their load and

They pause frequently to ponder...

"Where are the bathrooms?

What time is it?

What time do I board?

Am I early?

Am I late?

What gate"?

"Do I have time to eat?

Am I hungry?

Will I get hungry on the plane?

If I don't eat now?

Do I look as tired as the rest of these people"?

"Will I make my connection?

Will my bag make the connection?

Should I grab a bottle of water?

Do I have enough to read?

How long has my fly been open"?

I will join the multitudes

Asking the same questions...

Again...

As I pass through.

But then... We snap out of it!!!!