I tried to get out of L. A. earlier at the last minute so I could intersect in Atlanta with a friend I met in Greece. No luck. So I'm thinking of fate and connections and missed connections. I put a lot of stock in these things when I was younger and a hopeless romantic. Now as a hopeful romantic, I'm less sure about signs and serendipity. There are signs, there is incredible good luck and fortuitousness-- things that are completely humbling when placed next to the machinations of man or woman. BUT love and marriage and committed relationships and friendships are a project. They are work. They are like a rehab on Victorian house (lots of dust and splinters) or the tuning of a piano (lots of listening with your eyes closed.)
So here I am at LAX--waiting.