LOST

Labor Day

I’m looking forward to catching up on season 2 of LOST this month before the new season begins. As we’re dealing with the Northwest debacle, I wonder if a similar experience sparked the idea for LOST. As we’ve spent the last day with the same 150 people, it’s been interesting to watch the interactions among a group of strangers forced to deal with one another because of an unpleasant situation (although not quite as dramatic as a plane crash on a strange island). You naturally become friendly with many of the strangers and little cliques begin to form (the three wheelchair couples, the elderly cruisers, the single gals). You learn about people’s back-stories, but in piecemeal fashion – a snippet in line at the ticket counter, another in the security line, a little more over dinner. And, of course, there are always some interesting characters who stick out in a crowd – the annoying, little, middle-aged, balding man who insists on pushing to the front of every line, even though we’re all going to the same place, and his mousy gray-haired wife who follows two paces behind him; the sweet elderly couple returning from their Alaskan cruise who continually put a positive spin on everything happening to us; the chain-smoking white-haired woman who walks with a limp and who won’t stop complaining in a very loud, Maude-like voice; the new-age white thirty-something couple with their adopted brown baby trying to look purposely unphased by all of the drama … and so on. Of course I realize that Eddie and I are also “characters” in this mini-drama – the overweight couple with nearly matching t-shirts (completely unplanned due to a lack of clean clothes) whispering snide comments to one another and laughing among themselves about the absurdity of the day.

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