A conference was flying me from California to Indiana, by way of North Carolina, on US Airways.
I pretty much wandered around the terminal waiting for my connecting flight in some way astonished that I was in the same state the first successful airplane flight occurred. And in my flying in and out of the state I felt in a very small way connected to that extraordinary shred of human achievement.
Then I snapped out of it, took a nap, and woke up somewhere over West Virginia.