This morning, a rush to the airport to catch out 10:15 to JFK, and by coincidence, was seated next to and surrounded by the Iraqi delegation to the UN, of all things. This was an experience that was strange, to say the least. There were some Hasidic Jews on board, and every time they walked past, the group visibly and obviously bent away from the aisle. No one *knew* who they were, probably, except for me, because the guy next to me pulled out a list of resolution items, an Iraqi passport when filling out his boarding card with his visiting address being the Iraqi consulate. Also strange- we were not allowed to disembark from the plane without showing our passport, and they were stopped and lined up on the boarding ramp. Hee- I fell asleep on an Iraqi Ambassador! I feel strange- I wanted to say something like thanks, or good luck, or something to let them know that some nameless faceless American person wanted them to know that some of us really want peace.
Off to work on my photo memories. Be seeing you!