Being Bahama

Time Travel

At the risk of sounding like an old lady, I miss the good old days…. before personal starships. 

Back in the days when everyone took public transportation the starports were filled with folks traveling from here to there and back again.  Traveling wasn’t a matter taken lightly as it cost time and money.  You planned a trip. Sometimes you even saved credits for a trip.

Once your ticket was in hand, you had to wait. And wait.  And wait.  But you did not usually wait alone.  The starport would often be filled with interesting folks who were also waiting. 

While waiting some would practice their music providing entertainment for those around them.  You could hear funny stories, questions, arguments and discussions happening all around you.  It was time for a medic to do a quick heal, for a doctor to do a buff,  for combat professionals to spar and for a tailor to make an item for a customer.  Friends caught up on their way to their next big adventure. Enemies traded insults to pass the time. 

There was a unique interaction between people.  One above and beyond what takes place in the darkness of a cantina. Rich, poor, combat, merchant, traveling near or far…. we all were waiting for that same ship to land and that same ticket droid to take our ticket. 

Sadly, these days most people walk up to the starship terminal and are gone in a flash.  Sure, it’s convenient and cheap and quick.  But it lacks the charm and interest of traveling the old fashioned way.