Your gate closes in 10 minutes It was a cold morning in Seattle. I was on the edge of another adventure, going further perhaps than I’d yet traveled. I’d spent that morning wondering what food would be available in Estonia. Would people know English? How would it feel being so close to the Russian border? What would happen to the Datawarehouse retirement project in my absence? The Alaska Airlines flight sat idle at its gate, waiting to be de-iced. I knew the airlines alw