Every time I fly, I see her.

After *I* clumsily regather all my belongings (which I divvied up in five different trays to go through airport security), I hobble away from the check point with only half a foot in each shoe, and my ID, boarding pass, bording pass *envelope, bottle of water, hoodie and belt, in (or draped over) one hand/arm.

And of course my fiddle and backpack are hastily strewn over my other shoulder in a pretty impressive feat of awkwardness.

SHE, in flats or heals, a little dress or pants (it makes little difference) looks classic and beautiful. Her hair is probably down but doesn't dare interfere with her pleasant, care-free face. With composure and remarkable posture, she passes though the same unloading-reloading security course that nearly took my life.

...She's probably a dancer. . .those girls can pull anything off and make it look easy.

I try to fake being "togther" sometimes, but only have the energy to keep up my attempt at the facade for . . . an hour, max. And I'm sure the last 15 minutes are painful to watch.

But what what can you do?

I enjoyed spending my weekend at a conference in Nashville. I went to a Llama farm south of town, and then back at the hotel, enjoyed a little Highland Park 12 yr with some friendly folks from LA.

The new "Largo at the Coronet Theatre" opened last night and a bunch of us dropped by the theatre to watch the ship set sail as comedian Paul F. Tompkins opened for Aimee Mann. The room sounds really good, and has so much life in it! The Watkins Family Hour starts back up this Thursday, with Fiona Apple as our special guest. We're so amped on this new place. Congratulations Flanagan!

Sara