Airport Thoughts

New York - Times Square - July 1977

I am glad that the airport is two-sided. It does not forces me to wait in an enclosure. There are restaurants and shops on both sides of security.

I sit outside on a concrete bench. The cigarette burns my throat. The discomfort is the cost of soothing my panic at the idea of being unable to smoke on the plane.

This vacation is for showing up, being a father for my daughter. I remove my normal self-indulgence from the agenda. Hopefully my daughter will help me find what is supposed to replace it.

I am too immature to be grandfather.

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