The day began at the airport, the great temple to modern travel. Eleventh Busiest Airport in the Country, a placard proudly proclaimed. The masses of people shuffled towards their encounters with the TSA and surly gate agents. So often our pilgrimages begin this way. Our sacred spaces are mapped out on the tiny napkins where Southwest has printed a map of destinations to which they fly. Here Is Where We Can Go. An hour into the flight, I thought to... Read more