I'm sitting in Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, which seems reassuringly busy. The only real difference I've noticed is the Phoenix "bike cops" riding around the place. San Jose, by contrast, looked deserted. Guards searched my ride's car at the airport parking lot, and in addition to the usual check at the ticket counter, asked for a photo ID at the security gate and even at the plane itself. Uh, weren't those hijackers TICKETED PASSENGERS?
MBV called me a "motherfucker" when I told her I was getting in at 6 a.m. Apparently, she's still a little jet-lagged.
Thursday, October 4, 2001
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