(Sept 29) I arrived in Eugene about 4 p.m., Saturday, right on schedule. The only crinkle in my plan was my lack of sleep. On the plane, I traveled with a fifty member adolescent girl dance troupe. They were ages nine to fourteen. For their prize, they had won the competition championship in Australia and were flying to America to perform at Disneyland for three days.
For the first three or four hours, I admired their excitement, youth, vitality and exuberance. Then I wanted to sleep. Their voices pierced right though my earplugs. Their voices pierced right through my earplugs when I had a headset on top of my ears and the music playing loud. There were three girls in the row ahead of me and three in the row behind. Every time one got up, they all got up. They….