On my way home from a grueling week at the ADIM conference in California, I was standing on the side of the terminal on my cell phone with Abbie. I like to people watch, and the place was packed.
I was discussing with my wife how America West had put me in another irritating and unacceptable situation, (because that is what America West specializes in - totally screwing up your itinerary that you have already paid good money for - overbooking seats - canceling flights for no reason - just generally pissing off and inconveniencing good outstanding citizens and customers.)
Back to the point. I was standing there on the outside looking in, talking to my lady when a figure comes speeding through the terminal with an armload of items, a baseball cap, and a scruffy blond beard. I recognized the person immediately, but did not have the time or the gall enough to stop the obviously late passenger. So instead, I just blurted out, "Hey, Woody!"
The man jerked his head over to me, and his smirky grin gave me the proof I needed, "Looking good, man!" I finished my incomplete thought, surprised that my observation was successful, and gave him a thumbs-up.
He finished his smile with a nod of recognition then turned into the nearest gate. By the time I fumbled my camera out of my bag, it was too late. Besides Abbie hearing it all on the cellphone line the entire time, this is the only evidence of my fleeting moment with Mr. Kingpin, the Natural Born Killer, the White Man that Couldn't Jump, Woody from Cheers, the man otherwise known as Woody Harrelson:
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