Ho ho ho

During a recent layover en route to Albuqueruqe, I’m sitting at the food court in the E concourse of the Atlanta airport, wolfing down a burger while a man in a suit plays Christmas carols on a piano amid throngs of somber business travelers and military men in fatigues. There’s something horribly morose and sad about the scene, and all I can do is hope those soldiers are heading home and not overseas …