The after Fest
I couldn’t figure out why the lines were so long at the airport this morning then I remembered, Monday after Jazz Fest.
Standing in line to board the plane this morning, the woman in front of me reeked of alcohol and couldn’t find her boarding pass. The woman in back of me was still wearing her LL Bean rubber boots coated with Jazz Fest mud. The guy standing off to the side was wearing a Jazz Fest tee shirt.