Leaving On A Jet plane

The escalator is a nifty invention.  So is laziness. On a recent trip to Kentucky, I stood above the concourse at DIA, and gazed down, watching travelers hurry to catch their planes.  Some are willing to walk the long concourses, while others wish to give their weary feet, and over stuffed carry on luggage, a brief respite.  The idea of charging passengers for luggage, has given way to more people cramming their lives in a small bag, and calling it "carry-on".  Women seem to have the advantage; a purse.  Men can resort to a Seinfeld-esque European carry-all.  Either way, the escalator is God's gift to the frequent flyer, a mom with 4 kids and a stroller, a little old lady, or a photographer seeking out life's little oddities.