Icarus Part I

The voice on the intercom that calls the flights is cold and calm.

The authority with which United Flight 1024 is called to gate B2 and American Flight 512 to gate G8 and Delta 256 to somewhere else is reassuring as I doze in the uncomfortable terminal seating. My name has not been called and I wait for that authoritative, reassuring voice to call me--an indication that I will soon depart this place leaving my cares behind. I am really in no hurry. The next flight will do, wherever it goes. It makes me wish that an Eurail Pass could be developed for American flights. Lee Marvin sang, "Where am I going? I don't Know. When will I get there? I ain't certain. All that I know is I am on my way!"

It will be at least two days until someone becomes worried enough to go by my house. At least two days until they discover I've left. I hope I left the cat enough food.