Decanting Myself Through Planes and Trains

Summer                                        Hiroshima Moon

At breakfast this morning a man came through the hotel corridor with three chocolate labs on leashes.  Had a funny reaction.  The dogs humanized the space.  People greeted the man, bent down to pet the dogs, yes, but the very presence of dogs made the place more human.  Odd.

Returned the rental car, Jon picked me up and we drove out to the airport.  He volunteered, so that made it special.  I’d already arranged the hotel shuttle, but was glad to cancel.

I’ve done the security shuffle, deshoeing, delittering pockets, disrobing my laptop, bagging my necessary liquids, remaining calm in the face of idiocy.

Lunch and then, since I had plenty of time my gate was at the very front, Gate 40 of 40 thru 99.  How bout that?