Upon Being Lucky

You know, when I started this deal, oh, what, 14 days ago? No, three? I thought no way. This is a Thing I Cannot Do.

Maybe you do it all the time, but I was to get on a plane from Montreal through the Twin Cities, through Seattle, through to Osaka, get off the plane in the early evening, have my ex-wife deliver my 8-year-old son, go out to dinner, go to the hotel room with him, TRY to go to sleep while worrying about TWO extra passports, wake up, maybe have a convenience-store sandwich, take a much-needed bath, then get us both locked and loaded, board the shuttle bus of the airport and check in, go through immigration and security and then

Do

it

all


AGAIN.

And at 52, I'm no rompin' rooster. In fact, I found that, for a change, 80% of people were younger than me (not possible, no one is younger than me) but in that huge, huge trek through airports, planes, buses, restaurants, checkin counters and checkout counters, I found only love and goodwill. I met so many good people that I've lost track now, but they were all so sweet and accomodating and friendly that it made that huge ordeal a pleasure.

And you know why, flock?

IT WAS MY GOOD LOOKS AN' MY FUCKIN' PINK SUIT.