I walk by the Africa lounge in terminal A at Seattle-Tacoma airport every Monday morning these days. The lounge is just an ordinary airport bar with a bar counter, and some tables and chairs, but still makes me smile. Why? It makes me think of Africa, and the one time I saw a real lion up close on my grandfather’s property he owned in Botswana. I have a close-up picture of the beast glaring at us on the open Jeep(!), and I will have to look for it the next time I get home in Seattle, and post it on here.