I have always like going “somewhere else.” The method of getting there was kind of important, but the real enjoyment came from being “somewhere else” for a while. However, the most fun way to get elsewhere was to fly. That is, it used to be the most fun way. The terrorists seem to me to have won as they’ve made us all into presumed terrorists where we have to prove that we are not … and not just once, every time we go elsewhere we have to prove it over and over again. There is something seriously wrong with this system, something even more wrong with a government agency that perpetrates this wrongness, and something even incredibly wrong with a public that allows it to be imposed on us.

What brings on this rant is, of course, that I’m “somewhere else” and had to be on an airplane to get here. Tomorrow evening we go through the ordeal once again on our way back home.

We’re in Kentucky hanging around in a 15 mile radius of a Marriott Courtyard Inn just outside of the Cincinnati Airport. We arrived Friday afternoon from Salt Lake City. A wedding was the stated reason, but in reality it was to spend some time with Nina’s brother and sisters. Mission accomplished! It’s fairly late afternoon on a cool Sunday afternoon (a delightful change from the 100+ degree temperatures this past couple of days) and we’re down in the lobby of the hotel. Nina is folding some origami under her sister Marsha’s tutelage, Marsha’s husband Billy and Nina’s brother Ralph are watching a football game on TV. I’ve been reading a “book”. Nina’s other sister Pam and her husband Ed left several hours ago to go back to home to Kirtland, Ohio. The rest of us will leave tomorrow at various times during the day. We’re the last out as our flight back to Salt Lake City leaves at 7:30 p.m. Eastern time. We’ve had a good time. We’ll have pizza for dinner tonight (order in??) and will have breakfast together tomorrow morning before folks start driving away back home.

The wedding was yesterday evening. Ralph’s oldest son Ralph Jr. (“affectionately” called Little Ralph) and his girlfriend Kristin (along with their two-year-old son Canaan, who inserted himself very seriously into the wedding) were married in Erlanger, Kentucky at a place called “The Reception”. It was a delightful, traditional ceremony followed by a nice buffet dinner and dancing.

The “book” I’ve been reading is on my iPad in my Kindle app. So, what’s the right term for a “book” in that form? Perhaps a “bitBook”??

Ta ta for now!