Back Home Again

But not before I found the final resting place of those Texican heroes in San Fernando Cathedral.

Mr Anderson would be so proud of me.

This one is for my Aunt Judith.

Aside from the normal security theater we all dutifully play our part in, there was an extra role for one man for our flight departing Spokane last Sunday. While we hovered in our gate area, three TSA personnel rolled a cart our way and positioned themselves near our gate doorway. People lined up to enter as their category was called. I was in the Zone 3 group. The gate agent finally called for Zone 3 and a bunch of us lined up. Suddenly, as if given the high sign by an undercover informant, the three agents swooped down on an elderly gentleman--Kathy reminds me that when I refer to someone as elderly, then they must be old because my point of reference is my age--and pulled him off to the side. One went through his carry-on bag, one patted him down and the third asked him questions. The man's wife waited patiently for her husband to join her.

I felt so safe.

Hey, it's good to be back home again.