A week ago, I did two things in the same day which, in both cases, I had never done before: (1) I went to Cleveland; (2) I flew across the country and immediately flew back the other way.
I had never had any latent desire to visit Cleveland, particularly in the dead of winter, but fatherly duty compelled me to do so, since I had to escort one of my beloved children to a fencing tournament and, in turn, escort a different beloved child back to our fair town of Palo Alto. It was during the return trip that we enter the topic of this little post.
While waiting at the Cleveland airport, I had the need to swiftly get to our gate in order to secure adjacent seats for me and my child. The airport resembles a linear accelerator, since it’s very, very, very long, sort of like a mile-long hallway. I was beginning to traverse this length when a woman pulled up in an electric cart that looked like this:
