JFK, you’ve become my new champion of people watching. Atlanta-Hartsfield -

amateur hour. LAX - a monastery. JFK is what it looks like if you kick a fire ant

hill of world travelers. Colonies of pissed off people, running in multiple

directions trying to bite you. Where else can you be overtaken by a mob of

Hasidic Jews while waiting for your coffee? Or wonder if you should be wearing

a hard hat as you transfer terminals? A group of passengers heading to Ethiopia

break out into a choreographed dance as their pilot arrives. Groans and jeers

can be heard 7 gates down as flight cancellations start to get announced. Indian

nationals making way for legions of battle worn families wearing Mickey Mouse

ears. Me? I’m heading to Dublin and it’s looking like a 24 hour travel day for me.

It’s not about the destination, right? It’s about the show along the way. So,

move over SeaTAC and BWI, let JFK give you the encore that you’re really

paying for.