by Tomorrow's Man
August 02, 2007
Road Notes, Milwaukee, WI., Milwaukee Int'l Airport, 1:01 PM
A very brave and bold man in a turban is singing in his native language as he boards the plane. I am assuming it is a song of prayer.
Around me are about two dozen young men and women in yellow tee-shirts emblazoned with the phrase "You Died 4 Us 4 You" in stylized letters that fill the 3D image of a bleeding cross. Strangely, they all wear similar blank cow stares and speak little despite the size of their group.
I'm warm because I wore pants, and my deodorant was examined at security because it is a 2.1 fl. oz. container, too high by a tenth.
The cabin door has closed, and the humanity builds up around me, if not inside me.