Sons and Daughters

Generally speaking, I am the kind of traveler who attempts to minimize my wait at the airport by arriving as close to the flight departure as I think I can get away with. For those of you who travel, you know that guesstimating the airport security time is akin to predicting the weather – it’s anyone’s call.

This trip, I breezed through the checkpoint with enough time to grab a cup of coffee and a bagel. Having nearly an hour to spare I settled into my seat with said refreshments, glanced around, and noticed a woman standing nearby. Chewing thoughtfully, I observed her attire; white shorts, red top, straw hat and pom-poms in her hands. Looking down the terminal I realized she wasn’t alone. Other men and women similarly dressed were there, too. They seemed expectant.
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