January 7th, 2008



It's pretty safe to say I've been on a plane over 200 times in my life. Each time I secretly hope to sit next to a beautiful female stranger. I never have.

Until early last Thursday morning.

My name's Logan, I said. Che cosa? she asked.

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Then I stopped and said, "I hope you stay good and that Life is kind to you." Maybe I said that because I knew she wouldn't understand. She looked at me with a puzzled smile so I smiled back and said slowly, Goodbye, Roberta.

Arriverderci, Logan, she said.

I nodded and walked outta JFK and hopped into a car. Had another weekend, another story, but that's for another time.

Funny, airports are such sad and happy places at the same time.

Music: We tried to find some words