I am standing in a long line of travelers waiting to board a plane that will transport us all to Austin. Almost everyone in line looks like they sprang from the pages of Details magazine.
Some people cautiously embrace soft black cases containing guitars.
A young man with about 10 earrings in one ear talks on a cell phone. Two good ole boys in Stetsons carrying fiddles ask me where they need to check in. Then I look at the next gate with its own line of travelers and I am shocked by the sight. Everyone in the other line seemed like they belonged to an entire other world. The truth of the situation creeped into my mind.