Escape at terminal velocity.. And I mean it. At 2 am in Kennedy terminal 4 getting ready to check in for our flight to Costa Rica. The line is moving at last, and yet in the short car ride from Lakeview Avenue to Kennedy I have entered another world. In this world I am tall. I am a head taller than most others on the line and far less tan. My wife who trends to petite is of average height. The language has changed. English is spoken in polite tones between flurries of Spanish. The line is longer than opening night of Spiderman or The Deadly Hallows. Yet, unlike a movie opening you see whole families: mother, father, son, daughter, grandmother, and grandfather… Along with mountains of luggage.