anecdote #1
to be a traveler is to be a storyteller, and i readily accept the role. From the gate, i encountered craziness to start my journey. i was standing in line for bag security check, not moving anywhere for 20 minutes, when the friendly LAX security pulled me and some other people into a new queue (which was actually moving! Novel concept!). There I was, ladeedah, people watching and generally zoning out, when all of a sudden "Sarah!" escaped my lips. Joining the back of the line was Miss Sarah, friend from high school, and fellow Asian educator/resident (I visited her in S. Korea last year). She happened to be going back to Korea, though I had thought she had already left since her going away bash was mid-April and she had been MIA since then. Turned out visa issues were all worked out, and off she went.

Life's little coincidences make so much more interesting, don't you think?