Jeffrey C. Long

Last night I had the privilege of picking up my daughter at the Boise airport. It was the second time I noticed that the arrivals area of an airport is that happiest place on earth. Both the people waiting and those arriving are anxious to be reunited with their loved ones. It’s nearly festive when they begin coming through the door. Hugs, kisses, flowers, balloons, people being surprised… It is just a joyous occasion. We should all fly somewhere, just so that we can be greeted at the terminal by someone glad to see us.