Petro-dollar

I've been hanging around with this bunch of people I met at the airport in Denver. A pretty good crowd, it was strange in a way, to just come across a bunch of people who cared about things, and even a couple of people who live right near me. Maybe, I guess, most people do care, but we (at least me) are so caught up in our lives (or what we like to call our lives) that we (at least me) sometimes don't notice that we're surrounded by other real, thinking people.

While we were sitting around, thinking they would get us out of there (we were snowed in) any minute, we started talking about how sudden unpredictable changes can really turn your life upside-down. Mostly we talked about Katrina, how even though we knew it was coming, we all sort of pretended it wouldn't, or pretended we could handle it (or just ignored it, a heck of a job). Somebody started talking about peak oil. I always thought that was another version of 'look at me, give me attention because I have something scary to say!' In fact, I might still feel that way, but anyhow we got into a sort of doom and gloom fest about what if gas cost $5 a gallon and the whole world fell apart. We were making up these crazy joke scenarios (everybody will have to walk to work with a wheelbarrow full of starbucks) when this kind of twitchy guy, I couldn't tell where he was from, anyhow he was listening to us and he sort of blurted out 'you may get what you wish for, on the last day of april, it will not be the same again.' Of course we all went 'why? how come, what do you mean?' and pretty much all he would say is 'you will see.'

But you know he couldn't get away, because none of us could in that smelly terminal. After a while someone went and pestered him about it again. He came and stood by us, and talked about how the price of oil was decided by all sorts of crazy political things and what the stocks were doing, I couldn't follow it, but he never did cough up why he thought something bad was coming up. Then some airport security guy cam and talked to him and he just left. I think he got some chartered snowplow or something, but I didn't see him again.

We all started saying if something is going to happen, we should prepare. So, we are. What a bizzarre trip.