Traveling is always an adventure. I am sitting in Atlanta Hartsfield airport awaiting the departure of Delta 546 to PBI. Even at this early hour (6am) the airport is humming. A family is asleep on the ground in the access tunnel, A host of footwear parades before me as travelers of every stripe march resolutely to and from their gates. While in line an overlarge gentleman wearing a shirt emblazoned with the cartoon image of Fat Albert's head began cursing the TSA screener for confiscating his toothpaste. While trying to avoid his anti-faustian tirade, I am reminded how well things work in modern airports. Everyone seems to agree on the rules, regardless of background. Perhaps this is the model for our global society? If in doubt, behave as you would in an airport.