Back in Baton Rouge

I am now safely back home after another voyage to the frozen Tundra (aka Canada). Had a great time, spent some time with family and made it back before that critical shift between 'quality family time' and 'quantity family time'.
Hope the holidays found you well. I'm glad to be back and am hoping to blog more frequently than I had been. I'm shooting for 2 posts a week...feel free to hold me to that with pointed comments and friendly reminders.
I had a little free time on my way home so I wrote a little something to share the moment. Be blessed!

Jan 5/09
I spent the day at the airport. Not a section of the day and not at several airports. 7 1/2 hours at a small airport in upstate New York. I'm writing this blog entry on the plane. And by that I mean physically writing, with a pen and paper. Who does this anymore?
It was my decision to leave my laptop at home, as was it my decision to spend the day at the airport. I'm on my way home from a family vacation. My family didn't vacation, I just went home to see them. Then I drove my nephew back to school with my mom. She offered to wait with me at the airport but, in my opinion, the only thing worse than spending 7 1/2 hours alone at the airport is spending it with someone else. That's not a slam against my Mom...she's great. She would have stayed the entire day and not given it another thought. I'm big on second thoughts; and third and fourth, etc. I can think my way out of just about anything. I sometimes tell people that my mind is like a dark alley, I should never go there alone.
There's solid entertainment at the airport. I'm a big fan of people watching so the first couple of hours went pretty quickly. You have to be careful though, as people-watching can resemble stalking if you do it for too long. I watch people and try to guess what their lives are like. The 2 guys working the car rental booth were great. They both needed to shave their heads, as they may be the only two people who don't recognize that they're bald. I like shaved heads, whether by necessity or statement. I don't like it as much if the shaved head is covered by a spiderweb tattoo, as that changes the statement significantly, but I appreciate the honesty and courage it takes to shave your head. It tells the world that you aren't defined by your hairline. I'm not really sure what the comb-over tells the world, but it can't be encouraging.
Back to the guys at the booth. I watched them check out ever female that passed their section and then share their thoughts about her. Then I watched them be totally professional when a client approached. All of their customers were male, so I don't know if testosterone or professionalism would have won out in a duel. It made me kind of glad that I wasn't renting a car.
A couple of random thoughts:
I saw a sign painted on the tarmac that said "Yield to air crafts". You think?
I saw a sign posted on a street corner that said "Yield to the blind". A nice gesture I guess, but how do they know they have the right of way? Is there another sign somewhere, maybe in Braille, that tells them that?
I fear the decline of society is pending. We have to tell people not to walk in front of airplanes and not to run over blind people.
Thank God for signage!