The Waiting Place (or Day 1 of Nathan's visit)
Nathan’s visit began, like most visits do…with a journey, “a traveling from one place to another, usually taking a rather long time,” (dictionary.com). And did it ever take a long time. I arrived at the old skeezy part of Detroit Metro, the Fallingapartsavich Terminal, late due to good old Metro Detroit traffic. Nathan was supposed (supposed to) land at a little after 5pm. So, much to my surprise when I entered the terminal at 5:30pm to confront the little monitor, aka TV with no Friends reruns, which showed that his plane had been delayed until 6:30. “Ok, I thought. I have a book in my car. I’ll read.” And so I did, until 6:15pm when I checked the monitor again. That was only the first of many frustrations. Going near the plane arrival/departure monitor thingy made me feel like Buster Keaton in that routine where his hat falls off his head; every time he takes a step towards it, the hat mysteriously slides away. Every cotton-picking time I went over to the monitor I swear that the thi...