Krista and I sit in the active passenger unloading and loading zone, looking for any glimpse of Michael.
The airlines tell us his plane has landed. He is here in Oregon, somewhere. What a time of the year to be traveling.
Here comes someone, no its not Michael. Maybe it's time to move along a little bit. But we're nestled so nicely right behind the policeman.
I see him.
This is a test blog.