At the airport the lines through security remind me of Disney's hurry up and wait philosophy . Applause breaks out spontaneously, as I notice the American flag being held up high as World War two veterans pass under it and on through security. Suddenly tears well up in my eyes as I am reminded of my father. How appropriate that i am thinking of him at this moment when I am traveling to be with my mother. The grim reaper has knocked at her door and invited it self in. This is not my first time at the dance three years previously I made the same trip for my father.
The line is taking forever, will I make my flight I think. Getting half way naked and placing my possessions into gray plastic trays. I am asked to go through the metal detector and it beeps. I am pulled to the side and told that I am randomly selected for further screening. I am asked to place my finger on some kind of blue paper like substance. Then I am cleared to go.
Half hour to my flight boards I spot a Starbucks. Thank you sweet baby Jesus! Another line. I keep glancing at the clock on the wall as I wait. My order is taken and the lady behind the counter asks me for a name. I tell her..hmm who do I want to be today..you decide.. I like to play the be anyone you want to be game every time I go to Starbucks. The barista decides that I look like a Tracy today. I carry on this persona the rest of the day introducing my self as Tracy.
I go back to the gate to see that the plane has already been boarded. I sprint down the ramp in time to be seated in the cheap seats. A four year old sat near me playing with her whoppy cushion the entire flight.Thus begins my journey...