Heart Breaking Yesterday I gained a lot of attention as I was standing in a Home Depot parking lots with two crow bars and a rubber mallet. I was trying to bang the back end of my recently rear ended car into enough shape so I could get my suitcase out of the back. The back end was so crumpled I couldn’t get anything out.
I had a number of interesting conversations over the hour I banged and pried. At one point I was relaying the story of what happened to two men who had parked next to me. I was sharing that while I had gone back to a friend’s house (a block from the accident) to retrieve a writing utensil, the man who rear-ended me drove away. The first question the two men asked was, “Was he colored?”
Tried to keep a straight face as my heart ached.
Heart Warming The two quietest times at an airport are Saturday night and Sunday morning. Sunday morning flights are often more than half empty. I approached security at 5 am this morning to find more than a hundred people in line. Every gate was full. My flight was packed.
The reason? Hundreds and hundreds of soldiers on their way home. Baltimore is one the two first two stops the Army uses on the way home from the Middle East. Most of them got state side last night and were treated to lobster and stake. Today they are on their way home (weather permitting) to see loved ones.
Lots of holiday tears are going to be shed.

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