As I sit in Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport, just having completed two flights from Sacramento International (Delta doesn’t do direct flights from Sacramento to Phoenix, which is why I was in Salt Lake City when I wrote my last post) after having visited one of my closest friends who’s completing a summer internship in Folsom, California. We not only did all the usual things that we do when we hang out together (eat, watch movies, go bowling, be merry), but we also found some of the more interesting things that Folsom had to offer, including visiting Sky High Sports, a facility solely consisting of trampolines, the Folsom Powerhouse Dam, the first large-scale hydro-electric dam, and, of course, the Folsom State Prison (well, okay, the museum), site of one of Johnny Cash’s most famous concerts.
In all, since leaving home last Thursday, this trip has been quite enjoyable, filled with lots of laughs and also relatively relaxing at the same time. I became very aware of how soon I’ll be returning to DePauw last night while I was attempting to clear my head.
Anywho, the point of this post is something that crossed my mind as I was walking to my gate in Salt Lake City to make my flight to Phoenix. I had a bit of time on my hands, so I wasn’t in a rush, and I realized that I was whistling as I walked through the terminal. Then I realized that I was the only person doing it in the terminal at the time. It’s not like it was terribly noticeable, since any airport terminal has its own hustle and bustle and share of ambient noise, but it made me realize that, throughout the course of this trip, as well as just in general, I’ve noticed that whistling isn’t really in vogue anymore.
I’m certainly not saying that whistling is “not cool” or frowned upon, but it just seems like it doesn’t happen as often. I also don’t mean to create a broad generalization from something that I noticed in an airport in Utah (although maybe that’s the reason I didn’t hear whistling 🙂 ). But I digress; I realized that I whistle because I enjoy doing so, and it’s usually caused by my having a song of some sort stuck in my head at the time anyway. All I know is that, maybe if we all whistled a little more often, we’d relax and enjoy a beautiful (if simple) aspect of life.