I just had a vision of the scene at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport as plane-load after plane-load of bath-crazed females crowd into the concourses and espresso bars, their overnight bags, panniers, rucksacks, and fanny packs rubbing and scrapping, creating a harsh continuo in counterpoint the higher-pitched murmurings, laughter, and occasional shrieks as would-be bathers compete for taxis and creme rinse. Finally, amidst the confused jostlings, a new sense of purpose, of unity, of solidarity begins to ignite this batho-phrenetic congeries into a bath-talion that makes its motto "Fuck it, let's get wet, let's get going." They form their orderly ranks and swing out onto passenger loading zones where they commandeer every bus, airporter, shuttle, and limousine in sight to begin the final stage of the final assault. At this point, the vision faded as an unexpected guest was admitted to my presence.-- Frank Maloney