When I think of writing I automatically remember moments that have happened to me while traveling. How many people have passed through this turnstile? How many have gone left instead of right? So much inspiration, for me, is pulled from questions that 7 year olds ask themselves. I have at least a dozen ideas incubating right now from my trip to Orlando. Hopefully one of them makes it past puberty to full fledged maturity soon. I have a feeling I’m gonna need a larger road map…and maybe an airport beer.