So, I saw Dennis Rodman. Â He was wandering through the Long Beach Airport. Â I’m guessing large private planes use the same terminals as Jet Blue. Â Or he’s more broke than I realized.
It was the least exciting part of the layover in Long Beach. Â More emotional energy was spent on
- exiting and re-boarding the aircraft via a ramp that was far too reminiscent of the kind of temporary structure used to board traveling-carnival-deathtrap ferris wheels.
- The security lockdown complete with flashing strobes, 2-3 minutes of full-blown fire klaxxons that were NOT accompanied by exiting the building but rather by already harried-looking TSA personnel getting grumpier.
- creepy old sales guy chatting up Hitler’s Dream Couple “Indecent Proposal”-style in the middle of the packed concourse.
- Bruins fans are exactly as shitty as Aggies, given the appropriate inspiration.
- Parents of the screaming, yapping, banging kids from the flight FINALLY looking at least chagrined at their discipline-free parenting.


















