By David A. Fields
A sweet, little black bird just fluttered by. It might be a Brewer's Blackbird or a Common Grackle. I don't really know, because I'm not an ornithologist and, frankly I wouldn't have given it a second glance were it not for one detail: I'm awaiting my flight at Gate 9 of the San Jose airport and tweetie is on the wrong side of the window. My side. Inside.
What my fellow travelers and you know, beyond a doubt, is that something has gone awry and corrective action must be taken for the good of the bird, the airport and the fellow over at Gate 11 whose shiny pate looks suspiciously like a landing zone for avian calling cards. We know this because of a concept that is worth its weight in platinum for consultants: distinctions.
