I’m sitting in the Portland

2/1/09 — I’m sitting in the Portland International Airport (PDX) waiting for my flight to Texas. Around me people talk on cell phones, or with each other, or watch the parade of travelers on the concourse headed for their gates. Each with a destination. Each with a story. When passing time at a hub of humanity like this, I often find myself wondering about those stories passing by, sometimes filling in my own fictitious version. It’s a fun mind-game to play, and a good "writing" exercise.