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11 . 14 . 2002

 

The City I Love.

Time slipped by early morning in Orange County, as few coffee shops are open pre-dawn. By John Wayne airport, my best friend Jack and I found coffee and a Maple scone at one of the only open Coffee stores. We were casual about my arrival to the airport not considering the padded security measures - which were too obvious once I was dropped off and found my self staring at a 300 yard line of people waiting for screening. Doing the math in my head, I saw no way I would make my flight from the end of this line, in the 30 minutes left before my departure. What happened - we left a good hour and a half before my flight?

Its not just me - none of my artist friends wear a watch.

Security would not let me in the front of the line and I had no other choice but to get in the back of the line and accept the possibility that I may have to be bumped to the next flight out. What did I care ? I was on my way to the City I loved and I had no schedule but to get there.

The line moved incrementally, but it moved - I found myself at the security with 5 minutes left before my flight. I stood there waiting for my carry on and camera bag to come out of the x-ray machine thinking I was going to make my flight after all. That was before I found out where my gate was - it was at the end of the South end of the terminal - I was in the middle - I had maybe 3 minutes. It was at that moment of discovery that I bolted to my left into the fullest sprint that my luggage and full length black wool coat would allow.

I made it to the gate with no time to spare - the door to the plane was locked. For some reason however, the flight was being delayed - I went through a body/ luggage search, and ended up in my ticketed seat - last person on board - on my way to NY to meet my lineage.

Already in flight, I began to relax while reading Pictures & Tears, by James Elkins - Creative ideas flow rapidly the further I get from my life of survival - I have stepped into anticipated revelation. This is where I live - in this great hope of discovery and learning.

 

November continued - The Fifteenth in Two Parts... >>11.15

 

 

 

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