A few weeks ago on the train running between the main terminal and three buildings at Denver International Airport, There was a Hasidic woman in her long skirt, headscarf keeping a wig in place. She was seated at the end of the train with her children huddled close to her. An Islamic woman in a brilliantly colored headscarf and modest more muted tunic over pants traveling with a younger man (son perhaps?) was standing adjacent to her. They made eye contact, exchanging shy smiles. Mother-to-mother and woman-to-woman. They did not throw angry glances, rocks, or bombs. Women need to run the world