I’m off to Vegas. Running away really…but not really because I am a grow-up with kids and a mortgage so I have to go home at the end of the weekend. I’m sitting at a crowded Southwest gate recalling travel as a child. Less crowded…more fancy. From here I can smell onions…likely from the airport pizza shack. Crowded or not, I like sitting here…wondering where everyone is going and what they will do when they get there. I’m not sure what I’m going to do when I get where I’m going….I just want to go.