Way back when I was a little kid, this is the song that I based my grand ideas of traveling on—turns out it was an ill advised long-term concept.
Ricky Nelson, "Travelin' Man"
For me in one week: BWI to LAX, LAX to BWI, BWI to Owings Mills and Owings Mills to Baltimore (3 round trips), Baltimore Penn Station to DC Union Station and back (2 round trips) — It's beginning to look like this to my tired eyes. Travel today, air and rail.
A 30-second 'Brockel-Film'
I'm happy to be back in Baltimore—I'm glad to be home. And, with a little sleep I'll be seeing things in Technicolor once again.
Oh yes, and to the TSA agent at Los Angeles International who approached me after I went through the hands-up-scanner—the agent who looked all kinds of ominous, menacing, gruff, and said, "Step over here, sir. I need to see what you've got in your pants—I apologize for looking shell-shocked, then a bit smug and pleased, and then resigned when you only wanted to see my wallet.