(Note: I am on a plane, so this column is completely written on my palm/phone, proving once again that I am a complete and and utter nerd, but at least I won't get any email complaints from the Amish.)

Fifty feet and fifteen minutes are the difference in life. That is the extra length of line and extra time spent waiting at the airport these days.Is life so different? Have we changed?

Ok, so maybe life IS worth living now that we finally have a $5,000, self-balancng 2-wheel scooter, but how about away from the world of gyro transpotation? Are we living up to our potentials post 9-11, or are we back to our same bourgeios selves? It is worth examining.

The news is the same. Watching at six and eleven each night still produces the same mind numbing experience that can only be compared to hitting your head against a fence post; the same lame hairdos, the same 'on the scene' reporting hours after the event is over. The news is worse because it's the same.

Crybabies are the same. Though we are supposed to be doing things safer now, we are already having to put up with these whiners; whining because things just aren't fair.

It 'won't be a quarter year and all our lives are gonna be in peril because some lawyer convinced some judge to remove metal detectors because they discriminate against people of copper. News at 11

Are we the same too? Are we more and better than before. Is our new Wal-Mart flag the only change in our life?

Fifty feet and fifteen minutes. It's not very much of an inconvenience in our lives. So, let's not dwell on the few and little inconveniences we face. We should make history and be positve. But don't fret when it doesnt make the news.