I recently attended a work conference in Tampa which was about 2 days longer than it needed to be. It was a informative and sometimes blurry experience...there was alot of booze involved. I whole-heartly believe that I may have pickled my liver just a little on this medical knowledged beer soaked whirlwind tour of the Tampa Bay.
So as I sit here for my flight in Tampa International I noticed something queer about my fellow travelers....There all old. I mean old like CPAP breathing machines, wheel chairs, wrinkles, that subtle look of confusion and slight air of panic that all the old have. My coworkers and I may be the youngest people on this flight. Why Denver? What's the drawing power? Do they believe the cold will somehow preserve them even more? Are they searching Dean Moriarty's ghost there? These questions I ponder as i listen to the wheezing and slight moans of the old around as if these ancients somehow are conducting some sort of symphony of suffering. What's going to happen when the flight attendant requests that any persons needing some extra time boarding please come forward? Dear lord it will take forever! Well I must go now my friends I have to prepare my life story for my fellow aisle mate which no doubt will be old.
Happy Holidays~!
