On Monday my EC and I were standing in a loooong TSA line at the Sea-Tac airport. There were hundreds of people, and the line was moving ever so slowly. One advantage of being tall is that you can scan crowds. As I looked at the masses of people corralled in the lines that doubled back on themselves, I noticed something: Everyone – and I mean EVERYONE – in the line was wearing black or gray coats, sweaters or shirts. It was a never-...
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