Layover.
As I'm writing this, I’m sitting at a small airport pub in Salt Lake City, Utah. I’m 17 minutes into a two-hour layover between Philly and Oakland. For many people, the word layover is a kin to a nightmare. People despise the boredom, unrest and anxiety while sitting in a limbo of sorts for hours. But for me, airports have always been a fascinating place to spend my time.




