There was a time in my life when the baristas at the Starbucks in the Dallas Fort Worth airport new by first name. “Hey Shawn! Back again!?!?”
I logged over a million miles with American Airlines and DFW was my hub. There were other road warriors too. Imagine all of us rushing through the terminal, bags in tow and briefcase swinging over a worn and tired shoulders. We would give each other a friendly nod or a simple look of sympathy. Our stories were the same. Lonely travelers crisscrossing the states spending way to much time in airports and strange hotels….always looking for something familiar.