Airports and Giggles of Glee

I like airports. Yes, I do. I think ‘like’ might even be an understatement. I have come to love them. Okay, I haven't been in as many as some, but considering my age, I think I have been in enough to know that I really find them intriguing. They evoke a certain mood of pleasantness. They can be a refuge for your thoughts while you wonder aloud, “What am I doing? Why am here? And, how come I decided to fly thousands of miles AWAY from the ones who love me?” Because my dear Watson, if you pay close enough attention you will find that airports hold a vibe of excitement and adventure. In them, people are exactly the same – they are all traveling.
As travelers, we make a pact, some for work, some for pleasure, some because they have to, and some because they want to, but all because we are there. A pact of ethics and attitude. When you are standing in line behind that man in the three-piece business suit, and in front of that little girl with her stuffed dog and Barbie back-pack, it is oh so humbling to remove your shoes and devoid your body of any heavy jewelry you might have been stupid enough to think about wearing on the plane, for god knows what reason, your jacket, as it is always freezing, and with a grin on your face, you walk through that security check point, barefoot, and virtually naked, because you are headed somewhere and that is exciting. One almost has to laugh, and in fact I did once. I burst out in polite but audible giggles of glee, for I found myself so excited to be there, in that security check line.