For some reason the Key West Film Festival booked my return flight from Key West to Los Angeles by way of Charlotte, North Carolina. I was at Charlotte-Douglas Int’ Airport for about 90 minutes last evening, and as I made my way to the departing gate I noticed a row of white rocking chairs along a longish corridor. And I said to myself, “Wow…that’s a nice touch. I wish I had time to sit in one of those chairs for five or ten and just be at peace for a bit.” But I didn’t. Because that’s how I live my life for the most part. I’m not really a rocking-chair type of guy, but I love the concept. I’m actually thinking of buying a rocking chair for my living room now.