So it's quarter to six in the morning, and I'm walking through the terminal toward my gate, when the guy staffing one of those kiosks that sit in the middle of the concourse calls out to me, "Hey, I like your shirt."
I'm wearing my
COEXIST T-shirt. I grin, and he offers me a fist bump. I bump his fist and tell him, "Frankly, there's no way I was
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