I've been thinking a great deal lately about the ways in which we divide ourselves (technologically speaking). I stumbled across this piece I wrote a couple of years back. I thought I'd share it today as much for me as for you.


Where the denizens of the delayed  dine, God-only-knows.  God and me. Five hundred and seventy two miles from my baggage claim, there is a bar.  The waitress there  is cardable, flaunting too flimsy a skirt.  If I were her father, I’d tell her to quit with this self-exploitation bit, but I’m not.  I look her only in the eyes and order beer from Texas.  She says that it drinks drier than Lubbock; I nod and laugh knowingly, as if i know anything about Lubbock. My uncle was once a paper salesmen in Lubbock.  There’s that, at least.

Ignoring the assemblage of Flight 54 passengers, I find free wifi. On Facebook, Cassie shares photos of the world’s largest Amaco sign.  It is red.  Kevin’s sermon notes, or as much as will fit into one hundred and forty characters, are posted precariously above Ashely’s galvanized slide of pipe dreams on Twitter. Ashley's daughter is smiling and I find myself hoping that she’ll never don the dress of self-exploitation.  If she does, there’ll still be grace because Ashley’s good at second chances.  Lord willing, little girls make good on first chances, though.

A woman approaches the manager. She’s been delayed and, for the love of God could she get some service? She’s neither invoking love nor God with that kind of venom, and when the manager offers her an apology for the delay, she leans in, tells him in whisper loud enough for us all to hear that she is civil rights officer as if that is supposed to make him set some queso on fire.  He apologizes as much for being white as anything, and gives her a complimentary breaded onion.  This appeases her for the moment, but moments fly fast.

A congregant in the church of the delayed, I sit in South Texas. I am here, with them. I am there with Kevin and Cassie. I text my wife, and am there with her. For now, I am omnipresent.