![]() A 20-something girl from Michigan told me all about her job building transmissions. I’ve had many great conversations on life and politics and baseball. There is always a topic of conversation: “Where are you going?”, “What’s your business?” Completely relaxed and genuine. The two of you will never see each other again so the ladies don’t feel threatened by a chat and the gents feel free to be a little playful. It’s all good.ĭue to one’s unique “passing through” status, conversations start easily and are ended with complete understanding as quickly as a glance at your phone. A real and unique camaraderie free of status-the CEO, the pipeline worker, and the Snowbird sharing time in the most singular of all establishments. The bartender doesn’t bat an eye and the five other folks sitting on the wood with their Bloody Marys give a supportive smile and nod. Of course, ordering a Rolling Rock at 8:30am comes with a unique thrill. The guilt of sneaking down to the local on a Tuesday afternoon is totally absent. You are clearly on your way somewhere to do something immensely important. Sitting in the Airport Bar you will never be questioned about your purpose. It’s the Free Space on the board game of life. One is working-but not really working-or on vacation with the promise of the vacation all gleefully ahead. ![]() It is a space between events or obligations in life. It was a chance to visit one or two of my favorite establishments: the Airport Bar. Of course, my coworkers didn’t realize the real reason for my itinerary. I made my usual excuse about booking late or flights being full. ![]() “You didn’t take the direct?” “You always do that.” The scorn was palpable. I had just informed them I was booked from Nashville to Denver and then finally to Vancouver. My three workmates sneered at me as we rode the limo to the airport after our yearly conference.
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