Number of people who looked dead: 1
Number of elderly men in Panama hats, clinging to 4-foot-long, inflatable pink dolphins: 2
Number of people wearing American flag or eagle-adorned apparel: 4
Number of suitcases abandoned on the tarmac as planes came and went: 1
Friendliness of people encountered: Not effusive, but polite and quick to smile.
Food: Although signs and printed things announce the existence of approximately seven billion restaurants and shops in PHL, I ended up in a bit of the airport where the eating choice was burger-y trash, chicken-y trash or “Asian Chao.” I consumed renowned Asian classic, Bourbon Chicken, which won a score of 7.5 on the tasty trash scale.
Best eavesdropped utterance: US Airways cabin crew lady about to do Nashville run to US Airways cabin crew lady about to do Vegas run and complaining that a 14-hour Vegas layover wasn’t long enough to do “ANYTHING”: “14 hours in Vegas? 14 HOURS IN VEGAS? I could do THINGS in 14 hours in Vegas. I could get PREGNANT in 14 hours.”