17 Sept 2009/LAS - SEA

Good morning friends and neighbors. It is 5 in the morning and I am getting to McCarran and to my surprise it is fairly busy with the hustle and bustle of people dropping off friends, family, acquaintances, and those they feel they owe something to because they slept with them but did not have any intention of calling again. I check my bag with the skycap and mossy on in to wander the dreary neon and florescent halls of worn carpet and incoherent bodies. It's just freakishly early for those who went to bed a mere few hours prior to their arrival here.

I stand in line to board the aircraft and I hear the pitter pattering feet of a human not yet fully developed. I turn around to see a fair haired 2 (or so) year old boy with a look of eager curiosity. Almost coming out of his shoes from running with excitement he stops at the voice of his father. "No cutsies. Stay behind this nice lady because she got here first." I smile to myself both, because of the cuteness of the little running child, and because of the kind father who is trying to teach his child social courtesies.

He continues, "Sean, no cutsies. You don't want to cut in line because that's cutsies. If you don't follow the rules and stay in line, you know what that creates? Anarchy." Awesome. I just fell in love with this father's humor and parenting technique. A few others can't help but chuckle at this remark and I care to join them in the laughter and appreciation of this man. Sean, the little boy, starts to move up again only to have his father quickly say, "Oh! You're going to create anarchy." The young one stumbles as he tries conforming the words "create anarchy" and I think to myself, "I think I am going to like these people."

I fall asleep during take off and awake to the pilot's voice over the intercom. "We will be landing in Seattle in approximately 20 minutes..." and so on and so fourth. Slightly groggy yet full of excitement I rub my eyes to awake myself. I turn to the window and Seattle welcomes me: