»In which we visit the crossroads of the world, and in which some of them wear no pants

At London's Heathrow Airport, I always expect to see someone I know -- and almost never do -- not someone as in the opening montage of Love, Actually, but someone unexpected, someone I have'n't seen in years. While standing in the mind-numbingly long line between Terminals One and Four (Advised transit time, including security re-screening, 75 minutes -- that was longer than my flight!) I did see a guy with a ROIR shirt featuring the Bad Brains logo. I hummed "The Youth Are Getting Restless" for the remainder of my time standing in the queue.