Layover in Stockholm

Dear Jonathan,

There’s that little, secretly deep boost of ego I get when a child smiles at me, or a dog naturally gravitates towards me.  I think, I’m soft, I’m knowing, you can tell, I’m glad we can bond without words.

And maybe a head-dropping intro to being a foreigner is sitting, jet-lagged and delirious, in the Stockholm airport where a toddler waddles around the waiting area, stopping in her tracks when she sees me and I give her a smile.  She seems baffled and maintains an erect blankness.  In my best invitation, I say, Hello!, and her face bursts into tears.  She doesn’t even turn, just cries at me until her mother, with an apologetic and surprised smile rescues her up.

Sigh.

Hope you’re doing well and the show is better than ever.

Tim