Airport as bridge

Written last night:
Dear Friends,

It is relaxing to have your plane be an hour late — no rush! The young woman  next to me ( she’s a Princeton economics student.) is knitting and just modeled a Scandinavian-style ear-muffed hat for the truck driver on her other side. The driver is impressed. He is thinking of learning to knit, because he has lots of hours (“Sometimes six or more”) just sitting in the cab, waiting for his truck to be unloaded.

Over to my left is a river on the floor — an artwork of blue and green going down the middle of the hallway. I wish there was a description of the artist and the art — I wonder if this is modeled on a real river, like maybe the Sacramento or the American from around here. Without that information, it's just a squiggly shape to walk on. (It's not this river -- a carpet depicting 50 miles of the Sacramento River by Sayed Alavi on the airport bridge. )


One and a half hours to take-off … the woman at the American Airlines counter said things are screwed up because of weather; for one thing, there are 14 inches of snow in Portland, where her son lives, she said. “They don’t know how deal with snow there,” she said.

Really, I mean it, it’s fun. 

Love,
k