Zach is checking out a school there. So Zach, Cindy and I sit in airport-style plastic-and-metal chairs -- each welded to the other -- filling time ahead of a 9:15 flight.
This time, though, the airport wait has an even darker, different feel. It's at the CNBC concession area, where the flat-screen TV blares news of today's stock market, that you feel the difference. Amid the bright lights shining on books, magazines, small food items and other travel junk, you hear the pundits worry -- and clearly, they are worried -- about yet another 400-point plunge in the Dow.
Their urgent comments echo beyond the store, spilling into the concourse. They seem to shout over the few shoppers, who are grabbing a People magazine, or a bag of chips.
CNBC got its start when the markets were soaring. It's never experienced this kind of drop -- in either the stock market or the economy as a whole.
So it's a sobering time ... at the airport, on TV. Few watch the screen; they already know the news.
It's not good news. But life -- and, for now, travel -- goes on.
My good news: A new Paste arrived today. Good listening on the plane. Very appropriate for a visit to musicland, Nashville.
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