Last night while watching ESPN, I saw a brief story on how legendary golfer Byron Nelson had passed away at the age of 94. While I was watching the story, I thought to myself, that no one should really be sad when someone dies after age 90. Not to be mean, but once you reach 90, you are basically operating on borrowed time anyway. Chances are you've lived a full life, you possibly have kids, grandkids, great grandkids, etc. The sexual chapter of your life has LONG since been over, but you can still look and reminisce on the wonderful tricks you USED to be able to do, and you really don't have worries...that's ideally. The downside is that you could be totally dependent on others, you could be in a nursing home with other crazy old folks, or you could be missing a spouse or relative who you've outlived. Either way, I generally don't get sad once someone passes at 90, and especially not at age 94. From what I've read, Mr. Nelson had a full life, and I'm sure he woke up yesterday, and was like ok that's quite enough of this. The notion of that actually makes me smile.

Even though I'm 31, the idea of going to the airport is STILL exciting to me. I like to go to the gate about 2 hours early, and just people watch. You see people frantically running through the airport like OJ in a Hertz commercial..and then you see other people kissing and hugging a loved one who is either leaving or returning. And occasionally you see people who look like they are cheating on their spouse..Good times indeed! The airport is one of those places like the DMV, because it is the great equalizer. Everyone has to get stripped down at security, and everyone is at the mercy of the pilots and airport staff in general. It can very humbling..

Honestly, I am very excited about going out of town and seeing my son, so I really don't have a lot on my mind except that. So if my blog sucks today, then that's my excuse. Perhaps tomorrow, after a day of travel, I'll have more exciting events to speak on.

On my way into work this morning, I played this song from Spike Lee's movie, Crooklyn that came out in 1994. This song has nothing to do with my mood or anything, its just a damn good song entitled Crooklyn Dodgers.