Saturday May 07, 2005

Standing in the rental car bus at SJC at 5:15am yesterday morning, waiting to be taken to the American terminal. A bus full of Chino-clad, tumi-toting, middle-aged, thin-haired, white guys. All silent under the slightly flickering starkness of the overhead fluorescents.

Twenty-first century hunter-gatherers on the move.

My tribe.