It was an early start, but I made it to the airport with a dozen or so other crew members who had flights around the same time as me. Im going to San Francisco for a while before going home, so my flights only four hours or so, whilst others will be spending days in the air to get to far corners of this planet and possibly other ones.
Once again it seemed like everyone on the plane had been at the show so U2 was the general subject of background conversation. One woman in particular, across the aisle from me, spent the entire flight re-living her concert experience ('and then Bono went down the ramp, so everyone went to the right, but I noticed that Adam had gone to the left, so I. etc'.) Sometimes its humbling to realise the degree to which these shows can provide such life highlights for so many people; even a show that left me feeling frustrated and grumpy. I pulled my hood up and had a moment of quiet appreciation. This has been a fantastic little run, producing some of the best shows of U2s career - perhaps we should consider doing a dozen shows after a six-month break at the end of every tour